To heal is not to travel to space and smile,

Its not to make it to the final star so that when you get there 

You’ll be “over it” you’ll be okay.

To heal is to forgive yourself,and keep forgiving yourself every single day.

On the night when the air is thick and the sky is so close we could touch reach and touch it.

We put a knife to the sky,and we climb inside 

When we close our eyes,we can see only colored lights. 

An autopsy on the stars,

I think we’ll make it out alright.

Because when tragedy strikes and the daytime’s twisted right

If we close are eyes and stop for now. The night tells us it will all be fine.