[ fifth street ]

looks like another night of losing myself on fifth street, looking once again for that starry night above. how was i to know the clouds would roll in so quickly? silly me, i was naive to think that it was love
you wanted.

and your light is never on when i walk by, so i go home
to sleep in my bed.
alone.

i can't just let myself in like her because you haven't given me the key to your world. and it's been made painfully clear to me what i have to do to get it but i'm just not that kind of girl.

so i'm glad your light is never on when i walk by, otherwise i may
surrender myself
and never go home.

so i'll stop wishing for that starry night above...silly me, to think that it was love
you wanted
from me.

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