Children Stories - Stars Are on Their Way

I'm not into the black magic traits
But I do believe in my palms being red
Left like a stigmata, except my palms itch
And my ears getting warm
And I've still got no clean diner plates
Wharshal test trying to figure out what I'm seeing
I just see a skull with an opened mouth everyday I have to go pee in
It's an in abridged version of my bright times
I know it won't be too long so I better get in in, while I still got time
I'm not coming up roses but just a butter face
With that tierd, sad, dad look on my face
I'll bend over backwards for my little one
ill come home from work put on a smile, and pretend the day wasn't all worth burning down

My stars are on their way
My stars are on their way
My stars are on their way
Killing time before the new day

Each of one them burn
Each of one them burn
Get hotter then their sun
Killing time before the new day
Killing time before the new day

Like a water Spicket spitting on a freshly paved asphalt street
I've had years for beards, hiding behind these dead hair follicles
You seem like a nice a person to meet, but I'm already hiding behind so much
Here's a simple smile, and a hello, from my crooked mouth
That's all I really got

In utero was I thinking about my life?
What it could be
Or was I just swimming around uncomfortably?
Was I giving a choice of what I thought about?
Was I given a given a choice about sliding out head first
Or knees up like I'm sliding into home plate like Sid Bream

Written by:
Chad White

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