You promised me the stars
When all you could give was dust
You were an architect
Built up my hopes with such detail
Painted them into a pretty illuminated future
Almost as bright as the city of angels
A one bedroom apartment in the middle of expectation
You colored my doubts intricate
Swore on my last handful of trust
That you wouldn't waste it
There was only so much to begin with, you know
You promised me the stars
But all I got
Was dust
The residue of the kick-back from your boots
The leftovers you forgot to take with you
You promised me the stars
And gave me nothing
I am not an architect
But I am attempting to build my own sky
Without you
Stars and all.