I'd feel rather afraid and insincere

if you began to disappear.

If I was walking through a sad art gallery
And you were driving through the night
I'd feel rather alone and ill at ease
Beneath the brilliant showroom light
If I was flying on a plane above your town
And you were gazing at the sky
Somehow I'd feel intact and reassured
If you began to wave goodbye.
- Fuzzy Blue Lights, Owl City

p.s. this is my 100th post. ♥