Wash all the mud off your lucky black shoes
Show this sh**ty planet that you care way more than I do
I can't blame September or the lack of inspiration
I miss the smell of your dirty blonde hair
Watching every strand go surfing through your sunroof
I stayed very quiet
I was respecting the tradition
And the satellites exist to guide you home
Some stars are meant to burn alone
It was the dog days that finally let me know
Some stars are meant to burn alone
Visions of you in your tiny rear view
I was f**ing wasted thought I would never see you
I really miss your headrest it was my artificial backbone
If you would have known
This wouldn't be special
If you would have known
I wouldn't be symmetrical
I was walking with my head down
Letting the darkness eat my brain
And the satellites exist to guide you home
Some stars are meant to burn alone
It was the dog days that finally let me know
Some stars are meant to burn alone
I wasn't clever enough to realize
We're better off in paradise
Sleeping off a Friday night
Tangling up I'm cold as ice
I wasn't clever enough to realize
We're better off in paradise
Sleeping off a Friday night
Tangling up I'm cold as ice
I drew a picture of my family
It's just a bunch of people standing around
And the satellites exist to guide you home
Some stars are meant to burn alone
It was the dog days that finally let me know
Some stars are meant to burn alone