Stars are memory I hate that song the one that goes turn around turn around turn around & she’s a young girl going out on her own my father always said i’ll see you in the stars memory is not linear & what is time but memory at the door to the hospital i stood, I said i’ll see you in the stars & I left & he died young woman in a yellow shirt & black black hair walks past goes into HEB does it matter what she buys heaven is simply seeing whatever we can make shine right here nobody knows we all know i hate that song the sun going down behind gray clouds the moon nearly full behind my back It all happened in a way Belonging to experience memory is not linear & what is time but memory some woman in Singapore feeds imaginary animals imaginary food imagining it will bring her real love