one last thought

it’s late and in the morning i have to wake up for once
but i can’t move and it’s been awhile since i first could

i look back more than i should
but it’s hard not to when you’re standing right there in the cold
i keep looking back at photographs
and they’re not getting me any closer

i’m not looking at lyrics much anymore
i’m barely counting the seconds before you slam the door
i’d be lying if i said i still cared at all
to be honest, i think i’ve got all i’m ever going to get out of you.

we missed the eclipse
but i’m not missing this
we were holding on so tightly
i think it’s time to let it slip

but sometimes late at night,
i do look up lyrics
and it’s hard not to look back at old photographs
and it’s almost impossible to not count the seconds
it takes for you to leave.

in between inhibitions of what you want
and what i wanted was to be fearless
in between street lamps and pity
i fell in love with this city

but this time i’m leaving
and i hope you count the moments it takes for me to
wait for you to come,
then realize you’re not.