you point out the moon

but your fingers are begemmed

i don’t notice it

you don’t know what it feels like
to read and write by starlight
i wrote a play it seemed right
to entertain the moon

space is quite a lonely stage
it turns its starry spotlight gaze
down upon me floating here
with nowhere else to go

darling girl, don’t you know?

i don’t feel satisfaction
when i tell you you’re my world
and i don’t see nothin’ happen
when your lips form empty words
and i’d rather watch from far away
to see how blue you really are
cause even though i’m lost in space
at least it takes my breath away

you tried and tried to make me fear
but it’s so lovely way up here
past the cellophane wrap atmosphere
by the window pane where the glass is clear

and the stars are so bright
and your touch is so cold
but the rocket fuel fires keep me all warm

cause i don’t feel satisfaction
when i tell you you’re my world
and i don’t see nothin’ happen
when your lips form empty words
and i’d rather watch from far away
to see how blue you really are
cause even though i’m lost in space
at least it takes my breath away

i wonder if you’ll miss me
i wonder if you’ll want me
when you’re all alone and it starts to snow
will you think, think of me

or maybe when it rains
and you don’t like the taste
will you start to cry with me
or will you stay the same

when you sleep it's like you never cried,

breathing soft and steady, wet cheeks dried.



when you sleep it's like you never lost,

boundaries weren't broken and lines weren't crossed.



when you sleep it's like you're still there,

and you still smile and you still care.



when you sleep you look young as I,

no crease in your brow and no old worn sigh.



and so if sleep is death just being shy,

is it still so wrong,

to wish

to die?