The Moon

Weightlessness fading

The gravity is finally setting back in

I left a couple of friends waiting

I never seem to realize that this feeling always ends

In disappointment

I can see the pale beams of light through the cracks in your window blinds

I've got a cigarette for the road

And I know what you're thinking, 'you don't even smoke'

But I've been drinking, and you've kinda been a dick again

Oh and I just need a hand to hold

But you've made it impossible and I'd rather be alone

That's okay, the moon will walk me home

Adrenaline waning

These late night talks are finally wearing me thin

You've said nothing that's worth saving

I always seem to put myself behind men who disappointed me

I can see the morning light through the black of the city sky

I've got a cigarette for the road

And I know what you're thinking, 'you don't even smoke'

But I've been drinking, and you've kinda been a dick again

Oh and I just need a hand to hold

But you've made it impossible and I'd rather be alone

That's okay, the moon will walk me home

That's okay, the moon will walk me home

That's okay, the moon will walk me home