You asked me to leave this town, take your hand and go chase comets.

Life has not be kind to you,

Spitting venomous words, from the ones you loved the most.  

Exhausted breaths, from the ones you believed to care.

Tainted lies, from the ones that had all your faith.

Awaiting a sign, from the ones that promised to stay. 

So you seek your shelter someplace in the Milky Way.

Blissful solitude from the terrors in your head, 

And the wreckage in your heart. 

*** For those who seek this freedom from the world, or even themselves, you are not alone and I will go chase comets with you if that is what you need.***