I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence

If these stars, if these thoughts, had a voice,
Would they speak their mind?
Would they speak in poetic verses?
Would they sing to me?
I count the stars at night, and think my thoughts when I can't keep myself going.
When I'm too outgoing.
When I'm tired of trying.
When I haven't tried enough.
When I'm happy.
When I'm sad.
And then I think the stars must be so lonely. It's so quiet in space.
I think.
I bet you could hear a pin drop.
Could a pin drop in space?
You see?
One day my thoughts will get me in trouble.
One day they'll get me out of trouble.
But for now, I want to know how quiet it is in space.
Is it as quiet as me?
Can they replace what I've lost.
Can they replace my car radio?
My silence is killing me, and
I
Just
Sit
Here.