The Light Shinning Down

Feeling cold and lonely staring at your picture.
Trying to understand why it feels good to let my eyes burn by the light fixure.

I thought you and i were going to happen.
i guess i misunderstood you pulling up and saying "hop in".

I cant figure out if you were leading me on, or if i jumped to a conclusion.
Maybe it was all just a big hopeful false delusion.

But we talked for hours none stop all those nights.
You always seemed happy to talk to me, i dont remember any fights.

Sitting here the light shinning down on what seems the unworthy, i feel so intrinsic.
But in another week this will all ( i hope) be historic.

But right now i feel all my hopes diminish.
And i cant see them any time soon replenish.