there ain’t enough dying stars in my sky
so I weep at your feet and curl up under the clover

stars shoot up and down my spine, pinball machine
it starts to all feel like a game

it starts to make me laugh with tears in my eyes
wherever did the salt come from?
I sleep through the meteor showers
my shield is peppered with holes
         maybe a million things are wrong but
                  I’ve got this.
         the stars aren’t shining for me

they’re always there for you, it seems
         maybe a year will pass
and we’ll still be alive; maybe a year will pass us by
and the sky will finally be empty of our midnight words

I kind of want to scream at you. Why don’t I know you anymore?