They Never Leave Here
There’s something about nights
The cool, calm breeze brushing ears
The sky provides our only light
We sit in the middle of a park
Waiting for what we want to hear
And even if I don’t hear it,
I’m alright with that
I’m barely listening anyways—
The sky has so much more to offer
Every single star is in the same place
They’ve been there since I was young
You may have left, you may be leaving
But the stars, they never leave here
Maybe someday I’ll find myself
In the middle of this park
Nothing changing—
Not the stars,
Not whoever she may be
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