I could do better with the time Iu0027m killing
I might be damned for the state Iu0027m in
But every time I get a glimpse of heaven
Iu0027m just reminded of the hells within

As you stoke fires
Weu0027ll endure the scars
While you buy sunsets
Weu0027ll retrieve the stars

I canu0027t take another sleepless slumber
What I would pay to wash my memories clean
A worried waste of my imagination
Thatu0027s the crux of this recurring dream

As you burn bridges
We watch from afar
While you buy sunsets
Weu0027ll retrieve the stars

Iu0027m just the star in my own movie
Itu0027s a tragedy
A comedy
A reverie of catastrophe
I keep questioning my questions
A fool of suggestions and unlit projections

Iu0027m making up the lines
Twisting the plot
Unraveling time
Iu0027m gutted in knots

As you stoke fires
Weu0027ll endure the scars
As you burn bridges
We watch from afar
While you buy sunsets
Weu0027ll retrieve the stars

As we rise retrieving stars
We realize the prize in the odds that we simply are
Under the guise of beliefs bizarre
That in our skies reside our gods
Itu0027s no mistake
As we take
This solemn vow
With one final bow
We know our future history is now