Dead

Falling down, faded out.
Out here again, when everything’s not stopping.
It won’t end. Some nights things might get hazy.
Scratching the sky, it makes you see why.
Stargazers are dead.
And the moon is too tired to play with your head.
Holding on. Sometimes it helps me let go.
Burn out inside and i can’t see why.
Dark daylight, how come i can’t remember.
A thing but you, a thing but what we were.
Stargazers are dead.
And the moon was too tired to play with your head.
You should’ve said.
That there’s none to find you to be there instead.