Simon met you a while ago, you were like a ghost to him. 3 taps on his window every night, and he would let you in. He never saw you in the morning, and that was one thing he never loved. But he just got home from work, and went to his room to wait until dark, cause that's when it all starts.

Simon sat there. Waiting for you. Waiting for the 3 taps on the window.

Simon looked at the photo of you and him on his phone

"i hate that you leave when the lights come on... And if i had it my way... The fuckin sun would be gone..."