I sneak out of the door to
See the sky,
See that sky that's been hidden
From eyes,
These eyes that have been dying to see this guy,
This guy has been waiting under the stars to meet,
To meet the girl that's been waiting for months,
And time moves slowly for those in love.
Especially those in love with stars and guys who make time to meet under the sky.

I wish
I didn't
know why
not one of us
is okay anymore.

So many children
are products of science
So few are
born from love

You do what
you have to.
Even though part
of you dies a little