the stars, the dynamite,
the fourth of july
i felt i could mark my entire body
in pink and charm, you'd understand
we both have been on the scene
with the stars
the stars
i guess when you're young
you think it could happen
fame
but i didn't really care
when i think about you
i think
what did i ever really care about anyway?
you'd tell me you apostalic stories
i called them that because
i didn't even know who you were
and still i held my breathe till the end
and when i got there
i wasn't allowed to breathe anyway
i wasn't allowed to breathe because
it was the end, and
there was no need to be anything
i was what i was, because i was it
and because u knew
every single inch
and how it curved
you memorized me entirely
who said it was real first?
I know
we paid the same price