Every moonlit night, I'd think of you,
And wonder if you'd dare to
Even think of me from afar,
While gazing at the morning star.

We used to chat or call
Across the miles when night would fall,
And when morning light touched my face,
The ending would always feel like a cold embrace.

You'd give me butterflies for a few weeks,
Then ghost me when I reached my peaks.
Tell me, was it fun to see me turn weak
Every time...