I’m lying down and staring at the stars.
The music is too loud. Am I too old to say that?
Everything is so messed up. I messed it up. I let it consume way too much of me, I let it become part of my life, though it was always meant to belong just in my imagination. That was clear from very early on. I broke myself from the inside.
"And I keep wondering, babe, was I not good enough?"I wasn't good enough.
Or special enough.
But he is special enough for me.
Or maybe too special.
Maybe way too special.
The stars are bright and countless. Sometimes I see some of them moving. But they’re most likely just airplanes. And that's a thought that steals away some of the magic of the nightsky.
So messed up. It’s not a night for dancing. It’s a night for watching the stars.
The music is too loud. Am I too old to say that?
Everything is so messed up. I messed it up. I let it consume way too much of me, I let it become part of my life, though it was always meant to belong just in my imagination. That was clear from very early on. I broke myself from the inside.
"And I keep wondering, babe, was I not good enough?"I wasn't good enough.
Or special enough.
But he is special enough for me.
Or maybe too special.
Maybe way too special.
The stars are bright and countless. Sometimes I see some of them moving. But they’re most likely just airplanes. And that's a thought that steals away some of the magic of the nightsky.
So messed up. It’s not a night for dancing. It’s a night for watching the stars.
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