I haven't listened to the nighttime
in a long number of months
and it's not you that I keep gazing up towards-
it's just that the moon rises and the sun sets
just beyond your window
like an ideal I never sought
until time came upon me, too late
it's rapidly becoming clear
that there's no alternative option for me
but to create my own melancholy
on the pavement that you can see
and turn my volume up