Say that we’re caught in a moment

But that’s all that we are-

Dying stars

How much longer until I find out about

The next big thing?

How much longer until I’ll be able to see

A day that’ll finally be breaking?

When will I hear a decrescendo

Putting an end to this perpetual melody?

I don’t want to have regrets

About any of the things, the people

That I used to want

I never can seem to lead with my head

Even though I overthink way too much

With people who stay sane their whole lives,

Do parts of them never die inside?