We’re a constellation, you and I.
Set in fixed points in the sky.
My chest burns like a dying star.
Even though you’re never far.
I'm stuck in this inky black.
Waiting to be taken back.
I’m fighting an endless fight.
Just to hold you through the night.
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 2:55 AM UTC
We’re a constellation, you and I.
Set in fixed points in the sky.
My chest burns like a dying star.
Even though you’re never far.
I'm stuck in this inky black.
Waiting to be taken back.
I’m fighting an endless fight.
Just to hold you through the night.