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Starry Eyes by Kathleen Werth

  • Dec 13, 2025
  • 2 min read

I look to you and see no future 

Ain't that a shame 

I smash my heart onto the floor 

And I use god's name in vain 

I'm quick to trust my gut 

And I'm quick to walk away 

But your starry eyes are making me stay 


I'll wait for you on the corner 

I'll tie my shoes for the fifth time 

Twiddle my fingers for another minute 

Think up a clever rhyme 

Like “I'm not in too deep” 

“I am quite all right” 

But they can see right past me 

They see me looking at your starry eyes 


So leave me while you can 

Together we make nothing but trouble 

Or take mе as I am 

If I'm bound to be your lover 

I love who I am whеn I'm with you 

Can't stand being alone 

So starry-eyed boy won't you come on home 


It's beautiful 

Cause it is temporary 

Makes it glisten in my mind 

Cause I have my "forevers" 

And "forevers" can be nice 

But somewhere between the fragility of a promise of today

And the vastness of eternity and all it has to say 

We mixed like pretty colors, 

we swirled like Saturn's rings 

A perfect fucking tragedy 

Those starry eyes will bring 

I love you today 

And I'll love you tomorrow 

But I just can't promise forever 

Or I'd be risking those starry eyes of sorrow 


So leave me while you can 

Together we make nothing but trouble

Or take me as I am 

If I'm bound to be your lover 

I love who I am when I'm with you Can't stand being alone 

So starry-eyed boy won’t you come on home


 
 

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