walk like a burned out [bad word] star 
With aching feet for a car 
My buddy had a baby with a girl named star 
Makes me appreciate how the little things are 

But crossing a road isn't easily told 
To a young has-been centerfold 
Labelled a winner's episode 

Yeah, I'm really clean if you know what I mean 
Except for this recurring dream 
Of losing total feeling 
While the windmill's squealing 
The windmill's squealing 

I paint to kill the dead saints 
I paint to make it clear 
My [bad word] in blue and gray 
But they give hope to someone dear 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, 2AM lovesick 
With a walking pneumonia [bad word] 
And this candle doens't have a wick 
But I'm really not that scared 
No, I'm not that scared 

walk like a burned out [bad word] star 
With aching feet for a car 
My buddy had a baby with a girl named star 
Makes me appreciate how the little things are