the death of stars

don't wanna grow up into these times
don't wanna wake up
you're running in circles of flashing lights
where are you going?

you wanna be someone, someone else
gotta do something
tomorrow is just a vague escape
a perennial daydream

so tell your ma that you're just no good
'cos maybe she's always misunderstood
and ask why pa makes little girls cry
maybe he's just afraid to die

you live in the shadows of metal skies
whitewash madness
embedded the colors into your eyes
blink to see nothing

the clock strikes four you're out the door
like every goddamn day before
your life is a somnambulist chore
wishing it could be something more

i got a feeling this world could be
so much better...