Foreign stars take shape of passing cars
From my window where I are
I mean, where I am

And tapping rain grazes my window pain
At 3 a.m. I'm awake again
Alone

Close my eyes and ears to make my room disappear
To make-believe you are here
Whoever you are

Open them to find out I'm hear again
Reality composed of brain stems
In a daze

And alone I'm me more so than I want to be
And you make that cease to be
How? I don't know

And you are gone but I have yet to move on
And the lone wolf has seen the dawn
Yet I'm still here...

I'm still me...