Day* faded to *night
while I wasn't watching.
You were always too good for me
and **** it, I'm not good enough.
I wanted to see the sunset, but
when I remembered, the sun was a memory.
You called me a a sunset kind of girl
and I didn't have a clue what that meant
but I liked the way it sounded on your lips.
Stop that, this has to be unrequited,
it's better for you, for me, too.
I'm not good enough for you.
*Just leave it to be worthless.
Nothing ever works out the way we plan.
You were the day, so crisp and bright.