When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

the lyrics to your song resonate with me even if they're cliched
messes, messages of memories and mixtures of past and future
what am i rambling about, you see all i do is write when
afflicted by life and i think you think i look better when
i'm sad, and i think that too but i can't feel anything
tonight i'm billie, and i'm dancing to forget the old me
and i'm hoping you do too

you always make me into something that i'm feeling
and i keep it going~ blissfully, pulling, the heat of cracked pavement
i'm closing my eyes and i don't want to, because i'll
remember the old me again and tonight i'm billie and i'm
repeating myself in the frail hope that it'll be real

i feel fear as a rule,
it grows in my ****** like a perennial,
baby's breath if you're lucky
i crawl because i feel fear as a rule
i can feel the weight of my blood and
it pulls my viscera to the ground (all the way to my grave)
all my limbs contort and they abandon me.
the smell of cherries and beer draws me to the kitchen and she draws me out and upstairs
it is so strange to me to occupy such space
why have i grown if i am a child?
the smell of cherries and beer draws me to the kitchen
she draws me out, upstairs, kissing, pulling hair, again
again. again. again.
again as a rule