These times are hard, yes they are

The sun seems to set so far for such a close bright star

Never has a day been so bizarre for my fragile heart

I go into my car to find my broken parts and try find a new start

Some nights are cold, as I was once told

The moon looks so old for something I thought of as bold

Never has a night felt so right after I threw out the coal

So I got out a birthday gift to see if it can lift me out of my drift

I always would find myself glancing at my reflection

Wishing I had at least made a decision stop the fission

Forever now it seems to fold the fabric of my clothes

Now I go into the hotel room,

Hoping I might see you soon

At times I find myself glancing out my window

Catching rain drops with my mind wondering, "How?"

Sometimes I find myself closing my eyes to be in the dark

Thinking of your clouds you once saw out there in our walks

So now I walk into your car to drive you home

To drive you home in your car

You don’t know how good to feel the fire of someone close again

I hope you don’t leave me my dear friend