People thought my windows were stars

I’ll sing of you
All the way
By the moonlight
Every day

I’ll be with you
On the train
My dear departed
Who’s to blame?

We’ll mourn the loss
As sickness leaves us
I could leave us
With every change

Oh she wakes up
Long before me
On the days she
Goes to work

And I get up
Just before her
On the weekends
When she don’t

And if you go
When you grow up
I’ll grow up
And not try to take on
All your pain

And if you stay
I’ll hold your hand
All the way
My dear departed
Who’s to blame?

In our bones
There’s a sickness
That we cling to
That could leave us
Given help

In your head
You have dark parts
That I notice
That I fear like
Nothing else

Will you still love this
As we grow older
As we grow apart?
And I get more into me
And you get more into you
I hope you do just
What you want to
It seems like you could