The stars don't really seem as bright now, sitting in polluted skies.
I reached for both the sun and the moon at the same time, but I missed both by the slip of a finger.
I fell, but I was caught in the net of the milky way.
Now I lay here in my bed of dark matter and I watch as the sun burns bright and the moon lights up the night.
And I swear I only think about it sometimes, but sometimes has become all the time and all this all the time is killing me slowly.
I can feel myself slipping into the black hole at the center of my milk way that had been so long disguised by two hundred billion stars.
There's a halo sitting on the devil's head, but don't think about it too much.