pubert

And maybe the morphine drip will carry me to sleep
on sterile hospital sheets
In a room with out hope or windows i'll draw stars on the walls
And i can make you into a constalation
So i can pretend your watching over me

Cause thats how I always saw you
A perfect concentration of stars perfectly aligned with my sun and moons
And just like stars...no matter how hard I reach for one
I'll never hold one, never even feel its heat radiating on my figner tips

But maybe i'll become a saint,
Cause saints are really sinners who just kept trying
I'll recant every last evil trick of i've learned...
It still hurts like hell and I don't think my drip is working