falling after stars

I don't know, but that's alright man I wasn't born too long ago

I don't think I shine too bright, but this light bulb keeps on trying though

I'm made of old spare parts

And I break down often, break down often

I'm careful with my heart

But it just keeps on falling, just keeps on falling

What's the point of it all, all the tears, all the years wasted on a moment?

What's the point of a fall, if you don't start to learn how to own it

Maybe one day in time, you and I will be where we need to be

Maybe it's not right now, but some day we will see what we need to see