Today is not quite what it could've been.
Starlight in my eyes
It's no surprise it's not mine.
It's no surprise it never will be.
Every sunrise
and every comet
all shine at their own time.
Bright or blind.
Nobody's gonna see mine.
The gunman shoots up storms of dust.
He's so much braver than all of us.
The dancer dances with more grace.
We follow them, they set the pace.
My rocketship will fly away.
But today is really not the day
for chasing light.
It isn't mine.
But if theirs are bright
then I'll be blind.
Let the sky turn dark and blue.
I'm good at being close to you.
I'm good at words
but then again
nobody reads them in the end.
The starlights always
just ahead
but too far gone.
My lights gone dead.
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