It's so easy to obtain
from day to day living
you find yourself
with more of it...

Why am I still here?
I can still keep this
or just pass it on
think I'll keep a small portion...

Maybe for those long nights
when I forget I'm human
I can dredge it up
floating down from the sky...

My sky ceiling
covered with stars
that glow in the dark
beautiful just for you...

Then one day you wake up
the guilt is over filled
just for you
as you look in the mirror...

I say, "hey you"
"old you"
the "new you"
who the hell cares?

That was the guilt
from last night
that was then
this is now....