These stars have been falling continuously these last few
weeks.
I have been dreaming the same dream of you and me in a
car going downtown
on a Wednesday night and watching the sky burn.
All you said was "I've never seen a sky like this burn
down."
The sky's falling down onto this town.
Everything's gone wrong now that you are gone.
Every single day I wish to get away.
I'm sorry that I'm not sorry.
You're just another story.