Pick a favourite star and save it
Good morning son it s**s that you made it
With your lips gone blue that taste of another's
And it's a grayscale mocking his followers
To an empty hall where we'll gather and follow
But what bores us will never reflect on this empty hall
Where no one sleeps at all
Certainly never when there's feelings involved
Dear Autumn, this September please remember me
'Coz though I long and wish for Florida
I'll never be back to stay