"Gold Star" lyrics

"Gold Star"

Gold star
There's no more shine left in my halo
There's no more flight left in my wings
And I would like to slow down
Come on back to Earth
I wanna write it all out

Tell you that I love you
Like a bird into the window
Crashing hard into the glass
And your electrical eyes focus on the worth
I've been a mess my whole life
Just give me time to learn

Hollow
I get my silence from my father
The stoic walls to the heart I have

I'ma light them on fire
Just give me time to burn
In the cross of my wires
I really thought I'd lose you
Everyone eventually floats away

And something tells me I'm not gonna change
There's a lot untie
So give me time to work
There's a lot to my mind
So give me time to learn

And something tells me I'm not gonna change
There's a lot untie
So give me time to work
There's a lot to my mind
So give me time to learn

Something tells me I'm not gonna change
Something tells me I'm not gonna change
Something tells me I'm not gonna change
Something tells me I'm not gonna change


Writer(s): Matt Kennedy, Andrew James Perdomo, Josh Withenshaw, Christian Zawacki
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