This only a poet or a swearer could name
And I'm neither
Northern lights all over again
Before one trouble changed another
A place in the crowd is never reserved
So I'm leaving
Falling behind in a race
That I did not agree to be in
Do you know the weird ache
Of getting a four?
It's worse in real life
You like star metaphors
But how many stars
Are there in your space?
Wreaths that are just given away
Have no importance whatsoever
You conquer the moments
Never obsessed about forever
A constellation's guest star
Is not a hoped-for state
Saddling a comet
Would hardly be my fate
Do you know the weird ache
Of getting a four?
It's worse in real life
You like star metaphors
But how many stars
Are there in your space?
As dumb as asking a wave to stay
Not even the ocean can risk that way
Red leather bound mind
Must have no groundwood paper
If I change it,
Would I rebind it? Or would I just tear a page away?
Do you know the weird ache
Of getting a four?
It's worse in real life
You like star metaphors
But how many stars
Are there in your space?
