long story short

 it was a bad time

pushed from the precipice

I clung to nearest lips

long story short - it was the wrong guy

...

now I'm all about you...

and if the shoe fits - walk in it - everywhere you go

I was dancing when the music stopped

And in the disbelief, I couldn't face reinvention;

I hadn't met the new me yet

Honey, now I'm above the trees, I see it for what it is

But I was right down in it,

All the years I'd given - it's just shit we're dividing up

to the people who look at the stars and wish

​to the stars who listen, and the dreams that are answered