My head is on backwards
so I walk the wrong way
I do so with my eyes closed
and my hands clasped at my waist
And I wait
I wait for my epiphany
For something to lock
my head on straight
But when I look up
at my moon and stars
everything dissipates
All that's left is me,
solipsism, the constellations
and all my stupid ways
Night lights illuminating
how I self deprecate
Sunlight, moonlight
I can never change
Good morning, Good night
Everyday I'm the same
