we all leave in the morning

we all leave in the morning. the night runs long and the air stays humid, and she's brought a bottle of wine, (bought, not stolen). i'll go to where i came from, and she'll keep on going. it's just like old times, with old friends in different places, and we all go silent and wonder why we always leave in the morning. the sky glows bright with stars we've never thought to notice as we all cling to each like moment, hoping, praying to remember the last night we were all together. 

we all leave in the morning, can't stay in one place forever. not lonely, we all have arms to run back into, but every time we leave we find more arms we'll miss in the morning. 

oh, god, we all leave in the morning. i find myself only fighting so hard against it because i've made myself think about it. this is the last time we'll all part as friends and we're all sure, because oh, god, we don't know what will happen in the morning. 

the moon glows bright and the stars make it look almost like it's snowing. and no one will sleep alone tonight, we'll all be on the roof like we tell ourselves we always did (but it wasn't until tonight). and the sun will come up in the morning. 

we all leave in the morning, and the sky begins to go grey and the air begins to go cold and we know we all have to go too. but in the morning we all look at each other covered in dew and none of us have anything else we can think to say.

and, god, we all leave in the morning.