Sometimes I wonder
when I look into the stars,
back to when I was younger,
back to when I was drunker,
back to when I was funner,
back to when we weren't at war.

I think about the details in your face
and how you talked with such grace
and how your hugs felt like forever,
didn't we have so much fun together?

Then my head started to ache
while my heart started to break.
Were your feelings all fake?
But now I'm so awake
my fingertips shake,
as the bottle falls,
I just miss you above all.