We’re not so different.
Two hearts under the same cold stars and vacant skies,
I hope a day comes when we look upon them and realize
there’s only distance between us.
We’re only distant, you and I.

Do you cry for me?
Or even remember how it feels?
To lie together in awe, wondering if it was all real.
For me, it’s a distant thought, one that still burns the same
as the moment I took it all in.
I still choke on the sediment that remains.
I still choke.

Do not cry for me.
I’ve already torn myself apart a thousand times,
with enough self-loathing to fill an ocean,
to drown in its indifferent tides.
I still remember how it feels,
I remember every single night  
I could never bring myself to let them go.
Unlike you, they’ve never left my side.

But I do not cry for you.
What’s done is done and what is dead can stay that way.
I could tell you that I wish you were here,
but there’s nothing a wish has ever changed.
I remember how it feels,
and I hope that you would say the same.
Cause I remember, still remember.
And I’ve never been the same.

We’re not so different.
Two hearts under the same cold stars and vacant skies,
I hope a day comes when we look upon them and realize
there’s only distance between us.
We’re only distant, you and I.