My head is on backwards
so I walk the wrong way
I do so with my eyes closed
and my hands clasped at my waistAnd I wait
I wait for my epiphany
For something to lock
my head on straightBut when I look up
at my moon and stars
everything dissipates
All that's left is me,solipsism, the constellations
and all my stupid ways
Night lights illuminating
how I self deprecateSunlight, moonlight
I can never change
Good morning, Good night
Everyday I'm the same