It's Too Bad You're The Star

It's 2 in the morning, and this laptop is my sun
I'm a typer, the internet bandit, obsessed with magic of screens
Stalking, like the stalker
Building, like the blogger

Hey, dear star
you do seem quite far
But with my keyboard, i reach you
Like telephone wires, like plastic cups and strings

Why do you have to be the object of my affection
When what we have in between is the thousands of worlds
You're a star
What does that make me?

You could've been a nothing like me
We could have been the two nothings sitting under the shades
Making out under the dead moonlight
Walking through the smoke and eyes that glance once and only once

But you're extraordinary
You're far, you're a celebrity
She's after you, he's after you
Your world is the chase-worthy gold

So I close my laptop
And bid you a goodbye
Tweet for me your bad days, your good days, your normal days
Because I'll be listening

It's too bad you're the star, huh?
(we could've been, we could've been something else, together)