I’m Not Sure Why It’s Hard For Me to Believe We Were Born Under the Same Constellations
I picture you as the moon
With some kind of gravitational pull
That begs me to lay low
As i follow your beck and call
I’ve been watching the clouds
Waiting for something
To finally stop me in my tracks
But i can’t sit here and pretend
You aren’t the reason
There are stars
Shooting out of my eyes