i can't sleep, i can't speak to you.

When I see the night sky, I look for Orion and his belt. And then it reminds me of you. But last night, I came home to late, and Orion was already gone. Then I dreamt of train rides with strangers who looked like you when i gazed at their faces and cocaine addicts, or drinks that made you not cry. Angels who couldn't fly. And I was trying to convince you that it was you I loved, but you didn't trust me. No, you didn't trust me.