walking home in the dark
of a warm summer night.
i think, under that light
we stood one time
i remember the shadows that hit
your cheek, your eye.
walking home, alone, again.
let the emptiness come crashing in.
again.
that's how i like it.
never gave me a ride home.
never took me out to see the stars
but the stars are brightest tonight,
and i took myself to see them
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