"Baby you're a star" he said
And he kissed her under a cosmic sky full
He took a step back, winked at her
Took in a comic eye full
She shrugged and said
"that's kind of sad those stars have been dead for thousands of years
Those lights are just an illusion"
But really that is not quite so bad...
Sometimes love burns hot and bright
And sometimes its delusion

I have crawled across shattered glass
For you
There are shards of broken promises embedded in my kneecaps
My palms are a mosaic of your lies
All this blood paints a tragic statement perhaps
But I've held my tongue for so long
That I can only scream in sighs