I’ve been lost for weeks but that’s alright. I’ve lived from my knees but that’s alright.
I’ve had songs and stories of life. Nothing I shouldn’t have tried.
Darling I could wish on a falling star, but it’d do fuck all and I’d look like a prick.
Darling I could cross every mountain and sea, but it’d do fuck all and I’d feel like a thick.
I’ve ignored some calls but that’s alright. I’ll never catch them all but that’s alright.
Street-side satellites screaming off their heads.
The world's so fucking lonely and now I’ve been left for dead. Again.