celebrating supermoon

they say there's a supermoon out tonight,
the first time in eighteen years;
you've never believed in coincidences.

(eighteen years is too coincidental,
 it's when you first start feeling lonely,
 and it's my first debut to existence;
 an errant thought in a young girl's
 womb.)

(eighteen years is too coincidental,
 as you left the icy square prehistory
 and memories of the wine-red sun.)

(eighteen years is too coincidental,
 because that's how long it's taken,
 for me to fly home.)

(oh but, eighteen years is too coincidental,
 because this is the year i realise i kinda
 fucking love you.)

(and eighteen years is too coincidental,
 for this to be a coincidence.)

there's a supermoon out tonight,
for the first time in eighteen years,
it's there to celebrate youandme.