Wash all the mud off your lucky black shoes Show this sh**ty planet that you care way more than I do I can't blame September or the lack of inspiration I miss the smell of your dirty blonde hair Watching every strand go surfing through your sunroof I stayed very quiet I was respecting the tradition And the satellites exist to guide you home Some stars are meant to burn alone It was the dog days that finally let me know Some stars are meant to burn alone Visions of you in your tiny rear view I was f**ing wasted thought I would never see you I really miss your headrest it was my artificial backbone If you would have known This wouldn't be special If you would have known I wouldn't be symmetrical I was walking with my head down Letting the darkness eat my brain And the satellites exist to guide you home Some stars are meant to burn alone It was the dog days that finally let me know Some stars are meant to burn alone I wasn't clever enough to realize We're better off in paradise Sleeping off a Friday night Tangling up I'm cold as ice I wasn't clever enough to realize We're better off in paradise Sleeping off a Friday night Tangling up I'm cold as ice I drew a picture of my family It's just a bunch of people standing around And the satellites exist to guide you home Some stars are meant to burn alone It was the dog days that finally let me know Some stars are meant to burn alone