it's 9:30, and the streetlights have
just poured out upon the road
and i'm waiting for you here
there's something i need to tell you
and i'll never know
why i waited until now
why do we wait at all?
remember when i asked you
why the sky never changes?
and you said "sometimes we can
still see stars long after they are gone."
i know that i can feel
this all before it happens
i know just what you'll say
we owe alot to expectations
because i know just who you are
even after everything
i dont want to make a promise i wont keep
i don't want to say forever
because all we have
are the things that we'll remember
like now, how it's getting later and darker
and all that's left are the stars
and the streetlights.