insomnia is its own kind of madness
for when the world lies dead quiet
and your logic cannot sleep
you start to wonder
what starlight would taste like
if you drank it from the moon

you were constant acid rain

and i was the statue
you never stopped falling on

after the sun, you reached for my hand

you said it was the moon in me
that was stronger than earth's gravity

you said if you'd created the stars
you would've put me in with gods

you said when the world ends
you'll die a sundial's shadow
without my light to paint you

this is early morning anger
when the sun is too far down
to burn away my skin

i wish you understood
that when i tell you to leave
i'm really asking you to stay

I AM THE FADED "MAYBE"S
YOU LEFT LOCKED IN YOUR OLD ROOM.