The Stars Don't Give a Shit

Everybody knows

The stars don’t give a shit

When you ask them what to do

Tonight I thought they might make one exception

If I told them I was losing you

But none of them are listening

I’m bitching, they’re just twinkling

Nobody’s out there answering anything

Who the hell do you think you are

To make a wish upon a star?

Infinity just doesn’t seem to pity me

So I ask myself

Do I know myself?

Can I trust myself?

Trust myself

Trust myself

Trust myself

When suddenly my memories of you and me are twisted and confused

And I don’t know where I’m supposed to go

If I can’t come to you

Some teenage beach bums getting high

Coughing while they watch me cry

Are hardly noticed by this stranger screaming at the sky

Starlight’s gone the morning breaks

It’s cold and wet, it’s Saturday

And I’m not getting any cosmic consolations

So I ask myself

Do I know myself?

Can I trust myself?

Trust myself

Trust myself

What the hell