Ive picked up all the pieces now
this fragmented image of myself hence
To offer to your constellation
In return for some guidance
Maybe this is where my head belongs
On your shoulder as we sleep
Or maybe I'm just passing through
And so are you and the stars you keep
Arms circle around me tightly
Squeezing out the unpleasantness of the day
Before retiring to the night sky as my consciousness slips away
These twinkling vestiges of light are all we have in some sense
And all we don't at the same time
I might not even know what to do with you if I had you
this fragmented image of myself hence
To offer to your constellation
In return for some guidance
Maybe this is where my head belongs
On your shoulder as we sleep
Or maybe I'm just passing through
And so are you and the stars you keep
Arms circle around me tightly
Squeezing out the unpleasantness of the day
Before retiring to the night sky as my consciousness slips away
These twinkling vestiges of light are all we have in some sense
And all we don't at the same time
I might not even know what to do with you if I had you
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