Yesterday seemed shorter

I thought things were going my way

But I guess they got turned around



My heart is the only black pea

The broken rubber band in the bag of good ones.

Could it be there are too many

Stars in the sky?



But I can't go inside

And leave them behind

But they hurt my eyes.



Today was a dark day

Yesterday seemed brighter

I thought things were going my way

But I guess they found something better



My fingers are like broken matchsticks

And surely my eyes will come to a similar end.

Could it be

There are too many

Fruits on the tree?



And still none

Sweet enough for me?

But if you were mine

I wouldn't mind looking at the sky.



If you were mine

There'd be plenty of stars

And not too many.