I laid there, looking at the slight lines in the star speckled sky where we traced out the constellations of our love wishing I could remember the day you left
the day I find vague and forgotten in the thin lines of time dotted with my tears.
the days we sat in my car and sang seems dark, contrasting to the bright memories of you.
I long to remember the day you left me, stranded in the stars
but as I sit at the bottom of this bottle I find it hard to remember a thing