There's a pretty
tangerine sky...

Your hand flew across the foggy window
Heart after heart after heart...

Darkness,
A clean slate of black...

Do you see the world the way I do?
Do you see what could happen...

I don't know if I can trust you
you've given me no reason to...

So here's how it goes
I've learned there's a lot I'm sorry for...

Is darkness beauty?
Or guilty pleasure...

A girl stands near
with pretty coral lips...

Why does it hurt this bad
the process of letting go...

I turn to see you
and you are gone...

The running ink chases the words from the page
there goes another wasted day...

The moon sends shafts of light through my window,
falling gently on my face...