i'm always waiting for her call
ever since the day i lit a cigarrette in her name
i hoped for betterment, i admit,
under every layer of dirt

now the long nights have replaced a beating heart
i'd ask for sympathy, but you'd never understand
because it doesn't belong to you
it doesn't belong to Her
and even now it remains ungiven

those lips, for which i never drew a line
that was all that mattered under flashing lights
a night between us was something to behold
as it crumbled into daylight under my hands
where i laid my eyes to rest

saturday night, in your afternoon clothes
and somehow i didn't feel the same

i loved you.

and i wasn't supposed to.

i felt guilt.
misplaced, i contemplated sadness with the same hopeless eyes we would aim towards the sky

asked the devil, She was there too
but spoke few words

and so i knew, that i'd never feel the same, that it wasn't for me
that i wasn't ready to fly, and maybe if i had let the wind take me over
i could've reached the moon