Lyrics

You ain't getting far,
Talking to the stars,

Feel anything - only when I'm in my head and it's late I can feel anything,
Get close with the stars in my ceiling above and I dream everything,
It's better that way with a pen in my hand and a page full of ink,
Scars upon my arm artist of the month hide it from the sun,
Can't focus anything, mind is struggling, blinded from a way out,

You ain't getting far,
Talking to the stars,

Screen fogged but you get the picture,
It's blurry vision, eyes seeing figures,
And you don't miss it, guess I'm losing
Trapped in my old ways, got nails scarred too,
Bleeding out on the canvas,
Now I reminisce an old fling.