The stars
They're not enough
Not enough
I want them to fall
Maybe I'd be happy
I need it to be happy
After all
Bright colors
Wear them for you
Bright colors
And the dress you want
Wasting every wish on you
And dye dresses black to blue
I wish you knew my flesh
Then we'd be so happy
I'd make you fucking happy
After all
Stars don't fall
No they don't
Not at all
After all
I had sleep paralysis or like a lucid nightmare
That I was like in my backyard
And I was like on my knees underneath my swing
And there was like these huge palms
And the sky was like orange
Like there was war happening. (Laughs)
And it was like—it looked like
It was supposed to be like my childhood dog
But it definitely wasn't and it was so close to my fucking face
It literally was like looking into my soul
And its eyes were so big
And I remember having this nauseating feeling
And this nausea, and also the sound of cicadas
It was a rapidly pulsating cicada sound like a heartbeat. (Yeah)
But it was cicadas, and it just went on, and on, and on, and on
And it got like really loud
'Til it's all I could hear, and then I woke up
(Jesus Christ)
