Hands in the air disappear into the lights. This room is full of innocence and rush. Lover, I am the one to take this slow, Lover, you are the one dancing until the next birthday. I know there is nothing wrong with that, but let's not get caught up in these party lights and focus on the moon, she shines so brightly. She is a friend of ours.
Late to the party but that didn't stop us from celebrating. Every night we find a new beginning, to find a way to see each other again soon. We were young and spinning, forever free. Every Saturday getting lost in wild fantasies.
Now I know you're hooked on the feeling of getting older, but learn to love your youth. Now I know you're hooked on the feeling of attention, but promise me to not find a new beginning without me.
As the seasons changed my location, I find I can still feel the beats from the parties, but they are fading as I stumble home with the moon. The rush has you wrapped in her arms and I am left with innocence. I am finding grace in these passing years but you seem to be still caught up in the lights of a different party.
I've enjoyed my nights, but when we are sober I'll be the one picking up the empty glasses. This is slowly becoming a little too much for me. You tell me that we still stand under the same stars, but when was the last time you found beauty in the moon?
I know I am not one to enjoy getting older, but I must learn to accept my youth as something from the past now. Because this party ended months ago, and every Saturday I still imagine the nights. We were young, forever, and on fire. Never would I imagine those party lights to shine brighter than the moon. She is a stranger to us now.