Standing atop a motel ceiling
Watching all the stars collide,
Wishing for a star to fall,
Wondering if I should give my parents a call...
I lay on that rocky motel ceiling,
And wonder if I\'m something worth seeing.
Just like when I see galaxies;
I wonder if I\'m something worth being searched.
I\'m on a lonely motel ceiling -
My bones cold and my clothes soaked.
I let the rain wash away my pain
Of pretending the stars ever remembered my name.