I was outside walking tonight because I didn't feel like being shut up in my apartment and I was watching the moon as I walked, and started writing this in my head. It is pretty rough, but I figured I'd post it anyway.
Isn't it funny how the moon seems to
Follow you down the street, ever watchful?
That's how I feel about you sometimes.
Lost love shines on me, inescapable.
I wander the streets at night trying to
Make some sense of this fucked up existence.
The moon always watches me like some god
Radiating all of my doubts and fears.
I pick up my pace and I slow back down
But you are always there to remind me
Of why it is that I am still walking
And that's ok, I like knowing you are there.
I just wish this heartache would wane sometimes
To give me a chance to hide all my tears
Before it waxes with me on the street
Because my room is all memories of you.
I look to the sky for answers and
All that I see is that bright, glaring, moon.
You are as unattainable as that moon
And, baby, let's face it: I'm no astronaut.