Today was a long daynYesterday seemed shorternI thought things were going my waynBut I guess they got turned aroundnMy heart is the only black peanThe broken rubber band in the bag of good ones.nCould it be there are too manynStars in the sky?nBut I can’t go insidenAnd leave them behindnBut they hurt my eyes.nToday was a dark daynYesterday seemed brighternI thought things were going my waynBut I guess they found something betternMy fingers are like broken matchsticksnAnd surely my eyes will come to a similar end.nCould it benThere are too manynFruits on the tree?nAnd still nonenSweet enough for me?nBut if you were minenI wouldn’t mind looking at the sky.nIf you were minenThere’d be plenty of starsnAnd not too many.