I'm Not An Astronaut

I am bothered by the lack of light
in my room, in your eyes, in the sky
I used to always want the dark
Because it felt natural to my soul
But now I can't find the sun when it's right out my window
I can't find the switch to turn the lamp on
I can't find what's wrong with you
Or why you left me
Here in the dark all alone
Without a clue as to how to find the stars again
You act like I can build a rocket and find you in a moment
But I'm not an astronaut
I never even graduated high school
So what makes you think that my brain can find a way to get to you
When it can't even find a reason to care enough to want to try