I could get lost in your stardust, [chorus] I could get lost in your stardust, That’s the truth, Look at me, Looking at you. (Looking at you) I could get lost in your stardust, That’s the truth, Look at me, Looking back at you. (Looking at you) I’m hopeless, Naive, A staggering fool. (A staggering fool) [long verse] This ain’t a love song baby, It’s just the truth, (speak it) This ain’t a love song baby, At least not for you, (like you need it) Maybe for me, I feel starved lately, (hungry) I feel like a martyr lately, (hung me) I feel wrapped in doom lately, (sprung me) I feel my heartstrings all out of tune lately, And I’m aching, For a dose or two, of your serum, trying to strum, (trying to hum) trying to heal, You tell me nothing has changed, While the earth shifts around you, (astounding) While tectonic plates click around you, While shattering fault lines explosive around you, While- ahh fuck it, you don’t even read this shit, do you? It’s not profound to you. (Hell nah) [beat pause] [beat drop] [vocals become glitchy and full of reverb] And to you, this is just cycling, New poems with old truths, (truths) New analogies for old trauma wounds, Like my life stopped at 14, but I’m 32, You’ll never see me as one of two, Just a little boy who needs to move, be braver, be harder working too, Be smarter working too, like this ain’t all new, (all new) trying to splash on a new canvas, see if the water is warm, All out of paint though, all this color, I draw it out of my pain though, this isn’t a love song, it’s a self-portrait, this isn’t a love song, it’s self-torture, Guess I’m a masochist. Bitch. [modified chorus] I could get lost in your comets, That’s the truth, Look at me, Looking at you. I could get lost in your comets, That’s the truth, Look at me, Looking back at you. I’m hopeless, Naive, A laughing fool.