i look up to the heavens sunday night
if there’s a star up there to wish on
i don’t see it
if there’s a prayer
or an incantation
i don’t
know it
if there’s a reason
to believe
in anything
i suppose i believe
in leaving
well enough alone
i solemnly swear
or affirm
i swear
it’s not the tragedies that
kill us
it’s the paper
cuts