She walks up the stairs Like she's from another time And sways on tops of ceilings I want to get lost in another dimension with you. even if that means being stuck in another time. drink yourself away. I will see you in another light year while I dance with the drunk girls with stars in their hair they will love me when I freak out. they smell of cigarettes and have eyes as wide as the moon. they are all in my imagination made out of love i will never receive. i am thrown into another place with girls shooting up as i lay on a bed with tie dye sheets, i wanted to get high enough to reach you but i just got high enough to forget higher higher higher i want to go so i can slip myself past you reaching you has not crossed my mind since then and i will let the stars touch my hair so i can be like the pretty girls with moons for eyes. now i write poetry on busses to towns i will get lost in in a few years i’m moving i write i’m moving this is for me i will not let myself get lost in space looking to find you, now my reasons are different. i look at people on the streets with my eyes wider than any moon, i am reaching for nothing, i am finding everything within myself. finally found. where you are is not my home. my home is here. 2,266.4 miles away, but soon, it will not be even one. i’m going to leave, i have to leave *goodbye