I’d be with you, It’d be you
standing in the amber glow of night
fallen stars turned into streetlamps,
still aching to shine
yeah they look like stars to me,
deep soft wind tugging at your hair
phones in our pockets, buzzing with nothing
I’d pity myself… if the delusion hadnt felt like hope
me standing under a dim streetlamp alone
watching the fallen stars all alone
I’d heal, I’d fade
"Dreaming of You", quietly replayed
-8/11/2024
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 11:35 AM UTC
I’d be with you, It’d be you
standing in the amber glow of night
fallen stars turned into streetlamps,
still aching to shine
yeah they look like stars to me,
deep soft wind tugging at your hair
phones in our pockets, buzzing with nothing
I’d pity myself… if the delusion hadnt felt like hope
me standing under a dim streetlamp alone
watching the fallen stars all alone
I’d heal, I’d fade
"Dreaming of You", quietly replayed
-8/11/2024
