Yes, Katy, I've felt like a plastic bag, drifting in the wind, wishing to start again.

Being a firework sounds great, but sounds kind of...temporary, ya know?

I felt like a ghost, drifting every coast, wishing the solitary would end.

I'd rather fade the light of the sun in the sky and show my shine, you'd recognize that I'm a starry sky

Bigger than the view in your eyes
I'm always here, but I don't always shine