i lie awake in the dark.
the moths are dancing around my vision
and the flies are buzzing in my ears.
the moon looks round and pretty today,
the sky is clear and the stars can be seen.
i wonder
if you can see them too from where you are.
i wonder
if you mistake venus as one of them, like i do.
i wonder
if you feel like collecting them all and making them yours.
i wonder
if they lead you into thinking of me.  

the next day i sit alone
on that green bench, the one near the river.
i think about how life is ironic
for making you leave the day i arrive.
i think about dark roads and apocalyptic scenarios,
where i'm waiting for you to save me.
i think about how this town is a play
and we're its puppets:
playing along the rules,
dressing up as characters that’ll please the audience.

as the lights go out and the city sleeps,
i ponder if you like me for who i am
and if i love you for who you are:
if what i've seen of you
is a person or a persona,
one that makes me exaggerate and dramatize,
that makes me turn three memories into a million
and three days of summer into a year.
one that makes me drunk off sun and daydreams,
that makes me turn hello into i've missed you
and goodbye into i'll see you again.