Verse 1 I used to lie on the roof star gazing, imagining Counting stars like counting all the things I’d never be Every constellation was a story someone else had told I never thought that I could be the one to make my own But there’s a universe inside a single note A supernova in the catch before you break I found a galaxy in every song I’ve written In every word that kept me up at night I’m awake
Pre Chorus Stars don’t ask permission to be bright They just burn until they can’t And when they fade they leave behind A light that travels longer breaking the night
Chorus Born from the wreckage of a dying star A nebula lives in me Where dust and broken pieces shape who we are I hold the universe inside a melody Every song is stardust in the dark A nebula lives in me And I was made to burn
Verse Fleeting things are not the same as wasted things The shooting star is gone before you catch its name But you remember where you were What you were feeling Who you loved that night The moment never fades the same I write about the moments that feel too big to hold The grief, the joy, the Dawn when everything is cold The cosmic joke of being small And still believing you mean something Still believing that your light Has somewhere left to go
Pre Chorus Stars don’t ask permission to be bright They just burn until they can’t And when they fade they leave behind A light that travels longer out of sight
Chorus Born from the wreckage of a dying star A nebula lives in me Where dust and broken pieces shape who we are I hold the universe inside a melody Every song is stardust in the dark A nebula lives in me And I was made to burn
Bridge Every story I have told Was a star chart someone needed Every lyric I have written Was a sky someone was reading
Final Chorus Born from the wreckage of a star that burned before A nebula lives in me The dust of everything that fell becomes something more I hold the universe inside a melody Every song I write is stardust finding form A nebula lives in me come watch me burn
Outro Maybe I was always this Maybe this was always me A nebula in formation Learning what it means to be