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Sleepless nights

“‘Catch My Star’ — a song about longing, dreams, and light. 🌙
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Catch My Star’ is a soft emotional pop song about chasing dreams, loneliness, and hope. Every line reflects the feeling of holding onto your light, even when everything fades away.
This song is my heart — my story. I hope you feel it too 💫✨”

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Catch my  star 🌟 (Dream) Song


Streetlights paint silver in a summer morning rain
In the background 
hear that overplayed song from
like a  year or so ago 
would not leave us alone 
takes me back again
 
That mornin' and the sweetest, most confusion I'd ever heard 
a crowded room, your hand in mine
A young me, a younger you, never believing, that love was  blind
Two kids chasing reckless dreams, livin'
two kids chasin' reckless dreams, smellin perfect,
O, livin'
a true
dumpster theme lifestyle 
so it seemed, fried rice and pot stickers 
You were the one thought I'd always need
bittersweet, cause now, (just a faded memory)

But oh, so glad you got away
All the colors that have bloomed from that 
cold gray
I was a chapter,  you were just a line
losing you, (for better not worse)
was when I started to be mine
We dodged a bullet, a beautiful sad cliché
Yeah, you're the one, (the one I'm glad), 
got away

remember whispered promises we made
Beneath that ceiling, saggy with mildew stains 
O,
two kids chasing reckless dreams, living in  a perfectly seamless dumpster theme

I built my world around your every word
The sweetest, most confusing song I'd ever heard
You wanted someone (who would never change)
O
here we go
O
Okay 
All my conflicts, within your range
And for a while, just like you 
tried to play the part
just as much bullshit, heavy, I arranged for you, 
Too
(trying hard just to be enough)
Ignoring the faint whispers, screamin' on both sides 
of my mind

trace the edges of that old, familiar light
Look up at a ceiling 
flickers of what wasn't 
And oh, I'm so glad you got away
 the colors ,(that have bloomed from that cold gray)
two kids chasing separate, reckless dreams, living in a perfect,
 dumpster theme 
 (a beautiful sad cliché)
(Flickers of what wasn't 


so glad

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Please stop 
Just listen 

I don't want your, 
Two 
Cents
anymore 
Have know idea how you make rent
Yep, most the time, you are pretty 
damn dense
My friend

Please stop 
Just listen 
O, 
tired of your head always coming up missin
We have heard it all before
Knockin' on my door
(Please stop)
O,
Least it's not slammed as much 
anymore

Why must you learn everything the hard way?
Told them not to touch it and you did anyway
Know you are, 
not an idiot 
O, yeah 

And you know what they say?
("The smart man learns from his mistakes)
But the wise man learns from (the mistakes of others)"

Gonna make my own mess now 
O, (O)
I'll start the argument (every time)
Don't know how you deal with the stress
My friend

Think I'm on to somethin' again 
Heard the truth from a drunk bum
Rippin' off the bandaid 
Jumpin' , whatever, say when 
Think I'm about done

I don't want your,
 Two 
Cents
O,
Have no idea just how, (I make rent)
I can be really Fuckin dense 
My friend

Why must I learn everything the hard way?
Told us not to touch it (did anyway)
I must be a special kinda idiot
O, yeah 
You know what they say?
"The smart man learns from his mistakes
But the wise man learns from, (the mistakes of others)"
Yep, we are pretty dense 
Yes, we can be real fucking 
dense
My friend.....


the hard way - bark bark

meow

I'm not sure. 
 I know I have Plans 
on Wednesday and 
Thursday  
So it would have to be either 

Tomorrow! or 

Tuesday !

However,  (HOWEVER)..
I'm kind of apprehensive 
about the whole thing, 
 because, well,  

here's the thing...
 ( just one little thing),

I, (i) 
am not your girl,  (NOT your girl)
IM NOT YOUR GIRL
Nor do I have any intention of being
but you keep coming at me
like, ( LIKE),, 
a pissed off boyfriend
 I'm 
(NOT having it)
 And I don't do that

  I (i) 

Don't

DO 

THAT

(NOT THAT) 

Like,.... (LIKE)...
I (i) don't even tolerate, 
the pissed off boyfriend routine 
(such a routine)
 FROM, MY,  pissed off boyfriend

Let ALONE ANYONE ELSE 
(COME ON MAN)
Come on man!

And it's like,...
The more times you come at me sideways,  
(stop doing that) WHOA-OH!
The less and less ( LESS AND LESS) less and less,
I'm going to want to hang out with you.  (Less, AND less, AND less)

I, (i) 
am not your girl,  (NOT your girl).
IM NOT YOUR GIRL 
Nor do I have any intention of being.
But you keep coming at me,
like, 
a pissed off boyfriend. (NOT having it)
 And I 
(i)
don't do that.

fewer (FEWER) and farther (FARTHER) between.  

I TRIED!  I TRIED! 
I TRIED!   I TRIED!
(I REALLY TRIED) 
I (i)  tried
telling you ,
That you don't want any part of this.
 (NO PART OF THIS)
I can already tell, THAT, 
I can tell
you are way TOO sensitive.
about things ( EVERYTHING)
to ever be able,
to deal with me.  

I (i)  tried
telling you ,
That you don't want any part of this.
 (NO PART OF THIS)
you want no part of me
No part 
(No part of this)
life 


not your girl - meow

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Explosive in a way that feels so
fucking rehearsed and practiced

Still flinching at loud voices
(covering my head),
Looking for the exit,
(even in rooms I like)....
 
Inside my mind it's furniture stacked in hallways,
a dumpster in the driveway
(waiting for the move)
a window that won’t close,
and me hoping the weather holds
long enough to figure out how

pretend it’s nothing,
even though you’re the one keeping the temperature down
LIKE the cold is something you Earned,

already slipping, away
and you know I won’t keep it

Never raise my voice
(don’t need to)
your loud fills the whole room
Heavy, intentional, Sharp at the edges,
just mean,

Explosive in a way that feels so
fucking rehearsed and practiced 

Stand here with a broken head,
waiting for warmth,
From you it's 
getting instructions instead
Short, clipped, Efficient,
 
a chore you’re trying to finish
I  know, 
but

(knowing never changes anything)
Explosive in a way that feels so
fucking rehearsed and practiced 

I'm nervous like a kid waiting for a ride
that never shows up,
knees bouncing, eyes wide, pretending not to care
while every promise you make
feels like a loose screw
tryna tighten with my teeth
because I never learned how 


Some days we feel steady,
then something small tilts,
and the whole day slides off its rails
and I’m right back in the ache.

(waiting for the move)
window that won’t close,
weather holding just long enough
for me to pretend I’ll figure out how

Explosive in a way 




rehearsed and practiced



Did you hear that?..
What was that?
Heard them say,
fuck that closet,
never liked him anyway

Gonna bury my head
in the rain-covered grey sand
anyway

Staying a world apart,
High as hell 
shaking like a leaf 
You told me to sit up
and put my hand down

We’re not marsupials,
you can’t crawl back inside
Double dog dare you
Go ahead. Try.

Got the dry-eye blues,
no tools left in my head
for any of these fools
(Fools!)

Trying to breathe down there
in that dank hole
but don’t care

What if I tried
to bury my head
in the rain-covered grey sand
anyway?
Gonna try


What did they know?
What do you know?
Did you hear that?

Fuck
Sacha’s gonna kill me
(Do you know?)

Can you breathe down here?
Double dog dare you.
I’m taking everything with me

Thought you’d seen it all,
didn’t you?
A place of trees
and lath-and-plaster walls

Ghost of a black cat
waiting for the end times
Not the only one
fallen from the sun

Plenty of room
Maybe no skills
but don’t care

What if I tried
to bury this head
in the sand anyway?
Gonna try

What did they know?
What do you know?

Staying a world apart
Fuck
you were high as hell,
shaking like a leaf

Never lived it down.
(I can breathe down here.)

Watch this:
bury this head
in the sand anyway
Gonna try
Got to try

(I can breathe down here.)

Did you hear that?..
What was that?
In the rain, covered grey
(Covered grey.)

cock blocked

broadcastin' to you from a top this hill. forever fated to pretend,
 all songs for better or worse,
 written by chad (ex. not your girl and dcr3, sacha totally has those)
 all songs mixed and arranged by chad and the kick ass vision at Suno, and BandLab album cover photos by chad. rock on.

chadbunton85@gmail.com if you're serious 2065101899

rehearsed and practiced

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