This Mornin' This Evenin' So Soon

Something Different

I lay awake at night and count the stars. I look for the lover’s constellation. It used to glisten so sweet in your eyes when you caught me staring. And the air is hot and my lips are dry. And the rose struggles to bloom and has the thorns to prove it. Even the clouds look like rubble. But I sit here most every night wishing on falling stars. And I wake each morning and you’re still not there. Reluctantly I go through my days with a smile, half-plastered on. And each moment is like an hour and it goes by so slow. But when I think of long its been I’m horrified by how long its been. It went by so fast. How long its been. To think of how long its been.