Comet

Must have been a perfect disaster
Perfect
And it seemed so effortless, remember?
Like that time you told me, oh man you told me
That the stars came down for just you and me

And the comets that we see are the limit to everything
And it never changes, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like the glass on the pavement
All the time all day
All the sand in our glass
All the things that we say
All the things that we

But if anyone else believes otherwise?
Or would like to append their own further research into this matter?
Please, be my guest