The stars are like a bunch of eyes in the sky

Burned up, stars are dying 

What should we trust 

I'm made of missed chances 

What ifs rattle around like a snake 

Wrap around me tight 

Bottle up memories and sell by the hundred 

Keep a few to release in the morning Like fireflies 

Though it's spreads unlike Peter pan 

Found his secret to staying young 

Make more profit with that than nostalgia 

Love, space vampire dom

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