These suicidal stars
Do they know who they are?
They're falling but they're floating like
Pieces of art
I wonder if they tried
Cos I'm still unaligned
If I was an artist
This would be my
Greatest piece
So I painted roses
This time
Under cloud gate
So she knows it's mine
And all my pillow thoughts
They run and hide
I don't know if I'll make it out alive
But maybe someday
I'll survive