All my life will ever be
Is limited by what I see
I've never felt something that's real
Its an illusion you know the deal
The meteors are what they are
So take them for granted
As I run out the back door looking up at the stars
What are the chances
To let me stray so far from home
To turn to stone, to not let go
To see you fight for something wrong
To see you form a trauma bond
The meteors are what they are
So take them for granted
As I run out the back door looking up at the stars
What are the chances