Day feels like mere seconds compared to the infinite night
My hands are colder even though I have the blanket to myself
My cheeks no longer have the rosy hue of a girl who is in love
My laughs are quiet, it might as well not exist
The **** night is filled with little dreams of us walking along the shore
Filled with the memories of secret glances and goofy smiles
I wish these lonely nights were filled with life and parties and people
But all I have is the extra blanket you used to bundle up in and the void in my bed where you used to sleep