✨ So, you know how sometimes you buy a glittery notebook and think, “This is it. This is where I become a person who journals responsibly and doesn’t doodle passive-aggressive stars in the margins”?
Yeah.
This song is the glittery notebook and the passive-aggressive stars.
(Also, at some point I may or may not have attempted to physically fight a metaphor. Spoiler: the metaphor won.)
If you somehow missed my previous emotional weather forecast disguised as a song, The Moon is Just a Sad Lantern With Commitment Issues is over here being moody and adorable! 🌙💔 Go give it a listen after you finish stargazing here.
Now…without further ado (or unnecessary apologizing for my feelings), here’s Secondhand Stars:
Lyrics to Secondhand Stars:
[Verse 1]
I’m just a glitch in a story you stopped reading,
Screaming my name in an empty cathedral,
You said I’m “too much,” I said “I’m still bleeding,”
Built a sky out of panic and left it unscribbled.
[Pre-Chorus]
And it’s just another Tuesday,
Wearing regret like a thrift-store crown,
Laughing too loud so I don’t break down—
[Chorus]
I’m not your first pick, not your fairytale ending,
I’m a secondhand star, a rerun pretending,
Sewing my heart back with tanglewire dreams,
Lip-gloss and bruises and half-buried screams—
You loved the idea, but you hated the scars,
So I’ll burn down your heaven and steal all your stars.
[Verse 2]
Gave you my poems, you folded them smaller,
Tucked them away in your “maybe someday,”
I carved out my ribs just to stand a little taller,
Still couldn’t reach you through your paper-mâché.
[Pre-Chorus]
And it’s just another heartbreak,
With an emo soundtrack on cassette rewind,
Pretending the tearstains are part of the design—
[Chorus]
I’m not your first pick, not your fairytale ending,
I’m a secondhand star, a rerun pretending,
Sewing my heart back with tanglewire dreams,
Lip-gloss and bruises and half-buried screams—
You loved the idea, but you hated the scars,
So I’ll burn down your heaven and steal all your stars.
[Bridge]
I’m not sorry for being a mess,
I’m not sorry for wanting more—
If you loved me less haunted,
You never loved me at all.
[Final Chorus]
I’m not your first pick, not your fairytale ending,
I’m a secondhand star, a rerun pretending—
You loved the idea but hated the scars,
So I’ll rip out the ending and rewrite the stars—
Burn down your heaven and dance in the dark—
Your almost, your never, your forgotten spark!
🌟 Thanks for stargazing with me.
If you listen close enough, maybe you’ll hear me laughing somewhere in the dark—wearing a paper crown and absolutely crushing the bad karaoke version of my life. 🎤👑
