The stars don't know that they're shining and they don't like how we stare at their bodies and it makes me wonder if we're any different and maybe the sky is a mirror reflecting us all and we're flipping a coin with night and day, and the stars will all fall when we destroy ourselves tomorrow.
My birthday is tomorrow, but I don't care. My birthday is tomorrow, but it's just another day. My birthday is tomorrow, but it doesn't matter. My birthday is tomorrow, & I'm just one day closer to death.