I was just wondering
what keeps me up til 4am every night.
Maybe it's the thought
of you and the look on your face after our fight.
Or maybe it's the demons
in my head that make my face turn into a frown.
So now I'm drinking tea again
and lit the candle you said that smelled like home.

I remember your sleepy head
The bags under your eyes told stories
You looked so tired when we first met
In your sleep you carry all the worries
I've never seen eyes so sorrowful
I asked about your dreams and fears
You said "don't always try to pull,
darling my eyes have been sad for years"

Do you think that the moon ever gets lonely,
when the ocean is still and the stars won't shine
as bright as the night before?
Do you think that I ever get lonely,
when my lips won't feel your skin and my hands
get so numb that I can't hold you anymore?