The night hasn’t reached its turnover,
Moon’s still up there, waiting for deceit—I look over
And here I am thinking about you.

I think about how I could always turn to you
During these hours that I feel empty
And you’re the only one who’d unravel me.

I think about your understanding that felt so right
And here I am, so wrong, but you’d still fight—
And I almost forgot how I was before you.

I think about that magic of how you make me smile
And carelessly be myself and do crazy for awhile
And I almost forgot how to bring that smile back again.

I think about all the tears you’re not suppose to see,
And feel and hear the pain people put me through,
And I almost forgot to think you did for once, too.

Moon’s still up, sprinkled stars all over this majestic skies,
And my train of thoughts are all about you,
And how we could turn all these back, for a second or two.

I thought about you, about me, about us—our friendship, love and trust
I’d rather think about how happy we were—than see and think how “us”, fell apart.
I’d rather think about how happy I am now—but don’t worry you were still a part.

Well then maybe, I miss you—fragments of you, me, and us
I miss those little times—little pieces of you in me
Or maybe, I happen to miss the old me to believe what is now; to happen and see.