They say we’re made of stardust,

Perhaps that’s why I seem to combust when I feel.

Though emotions pass like river flow,

I still can’t seem to let go of what isn’t real.

Aren’t I too young to feel like this,

In a constant state of existential crisis?

And when my heartbeat stills and my breath returns to the world I stole it from,

When my bones grow old and my memories fade and my time here’s almost gone,

I’ll reminisce on all I’ve done and think of how ephemeral it was.

It was, oh, it was.

They say my songs are ear worms,

But they’ll forget and leave them in the dirt eventually.

I still hope I make a difference

That will live on past my fragile human body.

Aren’t I too young to wonder when

My fleeting time here will come to an end?

And when my heartbeat stills and my breath returns to the world I stole it from,

When my bones grow old and my memories fade and my time here’s almost gone,

I’ll reminisce on all I’ve done and think of how ephemeral it was.

It was, oh, it was.

And as love and happiness are short lived,

So too is the storm,

And every kindness that you give

Helps someone carry on.

Pain will come and pain will go,

Everything has an end.

Worlds will crumble, stars explode,

But life begins again.

And when my heartbeat stills and my breath returns to the world I stole it from,

I’ll realise that the love I give is never truly gone,

And lying there beneath the stars, I’ll think of how perennial it was.

Oh, it was, it was.

They say we’re made of stardust,

Perhaps that’s why it only takes a gust to blow me away.