[Evan Barlow]
Don't reach for the stars, yeah
It's all in your head, it's all in your head
You won't make it far, yeah
Left for the dead, lay with your friends
Ride under the stars, yeah
You won't make it there, you won't make it there
You won't make it there, you won't make it there
Don't reach for the stars

The brighter the stars, yeah
It's all in your head, it's all in your head
You won't make it far, yeah
Left for the dead
Think of your friends
Brighter than stars, yeah
It's all in your head, it's all in your head, it's all in your head
You're already dead, you're already dead

Gotta swallow, I've finished another bottle
It's turning me hollow inside, acting like a zombie
[?] to grab another 50
Back 'til I pass out and black out into tomorrow
Wake up, same feeling
Sweaty palms, shaking arms
Having visions of fake shit
I don't wanna take shit
Voices controlling all the fake shit
Drank shit, drench shit, fuck I can't take shit!
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