All the Stars

Oh I’ve never, cursed a loaded gun
The stakes are high, but it seems like it’d be fun
You have something to say? no I’ll just keep it down
Cause I know how wild you get when the cameras come around
I’m only tired, of looking on
For all the stars were named before I came along
Before I came along
The smoke is thicker, now that I’ve arrived
I feel a bit sicker, wondering how we’ll all get by
We can toast the night, as much as we want
But that won’t fade the glaze away when the morning dawns
To answer the question, I describe a dream
And Every single person tries to tell me what it means
My voice, is a hurricane
Stuck out over the ocean, with no destruction to claim