Testo di 'My Brilliant Star' di Steve Conte

again, you packed up slammed the door, i fell out in peace
an hour later i wake up to the jangle of your keys
it seems you can't do nothin' right, all your papers in a heap
the night before your big exam and you drink your self to sleep

if you're gonna leave me go ahead, but i don't believe your threats
i'll surely miss your body but it's your mind i won't forget

my brilliant star, you flicker off and on
my brilliant star, your self-defeating whims pull you closer to the sun

you used to write me poetry when you were so inspired
you rivaled yeats but lately all you do is sit around and cry
so you got yourself a new job that's sucking out your life
sixty grand in student loans and now you don't want to write

you want to get yourself a brush and eisel, paint up on the bridge
but i know you all too well girl and i'm afraid that you can't swim

my brilliant star, you flicker off and on
my brilliant star…

you're headed for a crash
ninety million miles, give or take-
you're still far away as the sun's going down

my brilliant star, you flicker off and on
my brilliant star, you're self-defeating…