Ceiling Stars Songtext
von BLUAI

We could talk
We could still talk about things
How i was stuck
Staring at ceiling stars peiling off

How i felt like a bad apple
Carrying spots
Wanted to fall off the moving wagon
You should know by now
I′m a real piece of work


You're a real keeper
And i′m a piece of work
You make me believe
I'm doing pretty good

You're a real keeper
And i′m a piece of work

Then you called me up in the morning
Told me to take out my finger guns
Said to point them both at the mirror
It′ll make you feel better
I promise

Cuz you're a real keeper
And i′m a piece of work
You make me believe
I'm doing pretty good


You′re a real keeper
And i'm a piece of work