Stop trying to be someone else
you never quite fit the clothes
and folks will roll their bloodshot eyes
when you're shoving stuff up your nose
you can't talk the talk or walk the walk
until they're outlining you with chalk
poor little missy dumb as a brick
vultures poking you with sticks

seen it all a million times
fresh meat just off the bus
eyes aglow like a streetlamp
with a bra size a blessed plus
Mommy and Daddy's pride and joy
bedroom full of christmas toys
just a note left on the frigidaire
something about nobody ever cared

the stars don't align
they just sit still
and bounce their light
off your window sill
from your one room walk-up
with the bars on the door
and rejection letters
all over your floor
the stars won't align
this time

waiting tables and chasing ghosts
and nights spent by the phone
grew old and grey for a party girl
who hated to be alone
but then any crowd is wrong
that sings the same old song
stage and screen...room and board
porno shoots and betty ford

the stars don't align
they just sit still
and bounce their light
off your window sill
from your one room walk-up
with the bars on the door
and rejection letters
all over your floor
the stars won't align
this time

You never looked better when they brought you home
dressed head to toe in black
coroner's note tucked under your arm
tried to fill in all the gaps
I got the call and went back to bed
and dreamed of innocence instead
easter bonnets and pony tails
and the lessons learned from fairy tales

the stars don't align
they just sit still
and bounce their light
off your window sill
from your one room walk-up
with the bars on the door
and rejection letters
all over your floor
the stars won't align
this time

Stop trying to be someone else
you never quite fit the clothes
and folks will roll their bloodshot eyes
when you're shoving stuff up your nose
you can't talk the talk or walk the walk
until they're outlining you with chalk
poor little missy dumb as a brick
vultures poking you with sticks

the stars don't align
they just sit still
and bounce their light
off your window sill
from your one room walk-up
with the bars on the door
and rejection letters
all over your floor
the stars won't align
this time

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