I know you wish you were dreaming.

The silence is keeping you awake.

Staring outward past your ceiling, and pushing aimless

thoughts away. 

There's no resolution when the day is over,

when there's much left undone.

There must be something better than this

tired cycle, where there's so much left unsaid. 

An empty bedroom can be freezing.

Every midnight seems so cold.

Staring outward past your ceiling.

There's nothing lonelier, I know.



Please look out your window.

You'll see the stars outside.

Just think of how wide the sky is,

before you close your eyes tonight