Accordance, but we were only in there for a little while
Because you were always sleeping, and I was the sun.
So we only ever met at sunset, a halfway point. I wished we would meet at sunrise.
I loved your hands, but where did they go?
I admired you and your weird ways, the clouded haze, but in the end it just didn't make sense.
I never had an appetite around you, but they were frozen meals, cold and quick and meaningless.
You were always high, but I thought I was higher and maybe that made things worse.
And they say destiny isn't in the stars, but in ourselves. And if that's true, then the time you took me inside and showed me the stars must have foreshadowed something because I didn't feel shooting stars or fireworks, I only saw them. Mistook you for a lover but you were a schoolboy.
And there was always a party in the way, or a third party. Or not enough party.
And even when I knew it was over, I still listened to your notes for some message.

Before it even began, we were playing cat and mouse and we were never on the same page, probably not even reading the same book. Until eventually I think we stopped chasing for a little, and realized we were both mice.
We were never honest with each other, or earnest, though I was more Ernest than you.
I wished you would have miss me like you mrs. her