Aim for the stars and hit the ceiling
A familiar uneven feeling
When you explain it becomes banal
Avoid that topic for now
Were you feeling useless?
Did you forgive yourself when
You sailed through watching the waning moon?
Now it's all come to an end
If you look hard
You might see
Too much
Too much
One shouldn't be at
Pains to explain that
We've had such a different time
Time can feel slow
It's easy to
To get lost
Lost, lost, lost
In our own ways