Stars from February by Shelley Miller

Cotton candy and a piece of your mind
'Under the Boardwalk' blasting as the summer slipped by
We sent away for words, borrowed our lines from TV
All those afternoons when we played our sad stories like cards
You were good, I was near as good as you
You knew a couple tricks, I knew a couple tricks, too

Between the words, between the time
We didn't take to say the things we might have
Gotta shake it off and learn to see your scars
As nothing less, not more, than the things that used to hurt
They are not stars

Roll up your sleeve, show me
Just how the world hurts you a little more than most
Don't worry, you're doing fine
Not trying to kill yourself, just needed to feel
A little more than your sore, soft beating heart last night

Between the words, between the time
We didn't take to say the things we might have
Gotta shake it off and learn to see your scars
As nothing less, not more, than the things that used to hurt
They are not stars, they are not stars

You were lovesick for something I wouldn't call love
You were something, lit up like the cars
On the coasters we'd ride, screaming through the dark
With our hands up, bare-arms underneath the stars

Tonight 17 is a lace of fog
And torn guardrails between you and the sky
Do you remember the spark we saw set it off
How for a week after we sat on your back porch
And watched the smoke rise
Rise

Between the words, between the time
We didn't take to say the things we might have
Gotta shake it off and learn to see your scars
As nothing less, not more, than the things that used to hurt
They are not stars, they are not stars

• Folk
• americana
• folk
• indie
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Chicago