shooting stars

Its all fun and games till somebody gets hurt baby,
Thats when it becomes art,
Thats where the song starts playing.
Sometimes ill write
Just to feel like im right
When im wronged.
And this troubador in my chest
Has been playing for too
Long.
Ive already forgotten the taste
Of the beat
And im mute now
So i cant even recite
The melody.
All the words, all the brutal words in this world
Couldnt quite help me surmise
Just why ive
Developed
This fear of the sunrise.
I could blame it on the night
All the fires left in hindsight,
Let them blaze in a hollow past
While i shoot stars to stay right.
Pierce my veins- leave the curious
Craters from that cruel spotlight-
That shape shifting
Cracked Mirror i chase in adoration of this sight.
All i see, all i see
In the dark is a heart
And a chance,
An embrace, and a set of bones bound by the
Fragile Silk of Romance...
I could blame it on the night
All the fires left in hindsight,
Let them blaze in the past
While i shoot stars to stay right.