Stars are like glowing snowflakes that have yet to fall. Now show me your *****.

I guess there’s not much more to me than what I say to you
Butchered words, arranged just so, to make you think they’re true

Fact remains, it’s not just me, it’s me just as I’m not
Charred, broken, underwhelmed, and hiding what I’ve wrought

So here I am to try my best and make you feel what I can’t
Drinking whiskey, packing bowls, and penning out a rant