I really don't like going to bed at night
My mind gets going around midday
I kinda like being a night owl
I never cared for worms anyway

Don't mistake,
rain for water,
if he wants to be with you,
he will,
it's not drizzly, moist, or muggy,
it's plain simple.

She looked at him like he was the sun,
In that she never looked at him,
Except out of frustration.

She complained when he was gone,
But she never looked.

On days he was stronger, she hid from him
On days he was muted, she complained.

She never looked at him until he was leaving,
And in the beauty of the sunset she wondered how,
She'd never seen him before

Clearer the thought,
deeper the soul,
more original I am,
the lonelier I become.