Keep on Bluesing through the Stars

Another moon in the mirror,
shapeless vision of us.
Could we ever be sincere at once?
Another stab in the head, but I don't give up.
This is the only reason left for me.
I've got no choice, sorry,
I've really got no choice.
I hope you can barely yell my name
and give me away a perfect life.
I'm not addicted to despair but I like its smell.
I'm not addicted to failure, but you taste like it.
How did it feel when I was in you?
We used to stick like a tattoo.
And though you don't care anyway.
I'll keep on bluesing through the stars.
Say to me that I'm wrong again.
Call me morbid, but I'm sure that
inside there's gold and it's all for us.