I'm not alone when I'm thinking that you're
Quite far from home, that you've left behind your
Golden days are done
They've dried up in the sun. You're chasing out of
Dim lights, wide eyes, are you tired of waking
Up, mind so high? are you navigating
In a haze of gold? Are you
Lost, nowhere to go?
I've heard the brightest stars don't burn out slow
And the butt of your cigarette has a hollow glow
Stranger, unacquainted hater
Your haven, four walls and a gift from
Your dealer, waste out into nothing
Now there's no one who can stop you
Stuck in Neverland, I told you
Stranger, do you wanna live like this
Fake friends, surround you crowding
Intimacies, lost, started playing indie
Now you're down for popping molly at family party
Watching you grow out of everything you
Loved you called home to say you're missing
All the things you'd do, all the
Places still to view now you're blue and I can't
Help stake a claim outside the house on
40 Brick Lane, it's safe to say our
Golden days are done. Best to
Leave them in the sun
I've heard the brightest stars don't burn out slow
And the butt of your cigarette has a hollow glow