miss the stars i had stuck to my ceiling last year
the feeling of youth
the uncertain frontier
now i’m here
the night isn’t new anymore
if i’m up and you’re up then why don’t we stay up together
another thought spins in my head
but fades out of view and will never be said
i miss the language i spoke with my friends
now thousands of miles away
across oceans or maybe just
some new process in our brains
i used to love change
and now the days fall through my fingers
i feel the time slipping
i don’t think that i ever had what i’m missing

© starcrossed