i'm not talking planets or galaxies (i'm talking stars)

i see your ugly eyes and big heart on the tv screen and i don't know what to think. there's something captivating about your awkward phases. your slurred speech is a train wreck in slow motion and i'm addicted to the scene. we may miss a few stop signs but the destination will always outlive the traffic ticket in the mailbox. bad habits will meet us across the street from your parents house where we both fall apart.

we are the cliché about stars and destiny.

“Here's to the kids who have ever had a broken heart...from someone who didn't even know they existed.”