Lights

I look up. Twinkling lights of night keeping me awake, Burning bright into the night. Why would you lie, Twinkling lights of night keeping me awake? Cartridge on cartridge rotting away. Why would you lie, Fill me with hope and burn out like a damp cigarette? Cartridge on cartridge rotting away, Now just ash of a once lighter youth. Fill me with hope and burn out like a damp cigarette. The stars that I knew have now fallen and are now as small as a cigarette butt. Now just ash of a once lighter youth, Burning bright into the night. The stars that I knew have fallen and are now as small as a cigarette butt. I burn out.