You called me from the last intersection on your walk home, "the street lights look exhausted hm and the sky is missing more than a few stars... oh, but how are you?" I always found it cute, the way you make the change from obnoxious to pensive after ten o'clock I always liked to love you the most when the morning was fast approaching I'm okay I mean I've been worse I guess I just feel a bit like the sky tonight And the line fell silent