Bedroom Galaxy

When your grandmother dies
Will she fly to the afterlife
Or will she haunt your children?
My thoughts are logical in my bedroom
I lay awake with a desperate moon
I’m wishing it all away
I don’t need the anxiety
Dirty yellow star hinting at who you are
Do you feel dead, sinking into my waterbed?
The stars on my ceiling are glowing
your life is a constant impending doom
Watch the sun melt all the icicles
Making friends is never logical
Toss your body to the ocean for the gulls and seabirds
They will watch with sun tan lotion in the salty air
I know who you are
Dirty yellow star