I woke up this morning, and everyone was gone by noon
But the conversations that fell over and over spoke to me in more ways than one
After playing War Craft, progressing to a drinking game version of monopoly,
and a stupid card game, never settling on any thing,
Across The Universe settled us down for two minutes, but the conversation never ran low
Now I have videos on my camera I'd rather dispose of but the memories make it worth it
And some day, I hope I can remember nights like these,
The one's where I could stare at the ceiling and see constellations
Even when there are only fake stars
I hope walking across a busy town at night
Just to go to one place, stays in my memory
Some day it may be only a story,
but the stories may never stop