What are the odds that a star explodes tonight?

What are the odds of the light going dark?

What are the odds of us being happy for once?

If only our street wasn’t on fire.

Or our sky flooded with broken dreams.

And maybe if our sunsets were choking for air…

grasping for their final breaths of oxygen as they cry out

“I’m sor-“

If only I wasn’t afraid.

Afraid of exploding a star so wonderful.

Afraid of disappointing the people who say they care the most.

What are the odds theres peace?

What are the odds…

what are the odds..

what are the-

odds.

If only I knew what I was doing.

If only the window wasn’t burning.

If only…