I just thought I could go to the stars, maybe drive a fancy car, dance with a pretty girl, but then I remember that time when I lost my cards. It was always about a girl.

It was always about the stars, I just thought I could dream like the others. But it was just hope. I knew if I held, the tape would hold us to the wall. Until one day the hand of serendipity, the light of inspiration, the gaze of grace would come to our rescue. But it was all a dream. 

With gold chains upon my feet, just before I ran into the page, I promised,

I promised, I’d never stop dreaming about