I've labeled our differences
in a way we'll never be possible,
but that wouldn't hold,
would it?
the spaces we try to fill were cosmic,
a void
that's way out of our league.
"Where do broken hearts go?"
they'd sing
"in the cosmos?"
darling,
it's lightyears we're talking
and it'll always be.
it's not that I've given up
but fate had been on us,
to that i gave in.
