northern skies
and the colorful atmosphere
I lay down on the grass
with no one beside me.

you slammed the door at me,
you left me away
coming back,
asking for my trust again.

and we were the same,
but we were different people.
different places and different bodies.
in these mass of stars, you were the one twinkling
while I was there, dead and not shining.

the constellations forming you and me
but the future didn't make it possible.
in those constellations were nothing but fake
but anyway they believed your undying love for me
as a sweet peck of taste.

I remember you saying  there was no us
but I believe the constellations
were forming both of us right.
I had to make it work, I was the only one working
and now I'm close to giving up
and just agree with every word that comes out of your mouth.

"It's gonna be okay." I repeated all over my head.
but this times infinity,
I was tired of myself trying.

what you get for trying
isn't a jackpot prize above your head
instead you find yourself  
giving up on love and giving up on you, on your own self.

I look back at the stars
and no one comes to lay down with me
and you know what's funny, though?
after everything we've done,
I still come back to these stars.
and oh do they remind me so much of us.