Sixteen stars below her face.
Justine
There stood outside under the darkness
a lash of broken light.
I stood up straight and walked towards her.
Saw the stars fall into order in her eyes.
I gave a moment to emotion.
Rode a wave into the ocean of her life.
I don't know why..
(Let's go inside)
Through the doors across the dancefloor
she's swimming through the stars
and filling up the bathtub still.
Justine among the bubbles
sixteen stars spin up above my head again.
Justine
I woke up broke and sore
10 minutes after dawn.
I stayed up late to follow you.
It was such an under complicated time.
Gender rolls in sheets of gold.
You grab your clothes and say goodbye.
And from the moment it was over
I just wandered hanging over till the night.
Sixteen stars below her face.
Justine.
I finally saw her name
in lights across my phone.
Justine, she can't explain.
Text don't send her taste along.
She just sent me roses and a note says
turn me over, I'll tell you why.
(whats it gonna be, what you gonna say this time)
I was stolen by the moment.
I just want one more explosion before I die.
I suppose that's supposed to make me cry.
(You know I'll try.)
Through the doors and empty dance floor.
Only mirrors on a ball.
The broken lights have all gone still.
Justine was never scene.
She's gone along her constellations milky way.
I guess the point of this is that I fall in love
with the brightest things farthest away.