the stars are just as bright without you
and it might sound trite but i still think about you
and you already have your summer song from me
no need to go around saying that you think you love me now
wore a dress around the city on a saturday
held your hand across the table in stable sort of way
but kept staring at my shoes
we have everything to lose
what can i say, but i want this so bad it hurts
but i can't seem seperate my heart from the blue sleeve of my shirt
and i think you've mistaken me for
someone that you adore
i swear the stars are just as bright without you
and it might sound trite but i still think about you now
the feeling's right but the timing's wrong
and last august i wrote you a love song
but you stand facing december with your beautiful frown
i said- baby, please don't look so let down
the stars aren't quite as bright without you
and it might sound trite but i still think about you now
