She's walking down the hall
her arm holds another accessory
who'll soon learn that all
swaying in the breeze
standing bright against the leaves
lovely as can be
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.
— The End —