Cry to the one who's waiting for you

As your precious little child, I know you're always thinking of me
You don't love me because you saved me, you saved me because you love me


Puff, little puffer, see how high you can fly
The star that you are can probably puff a mile high
but when you're so, so high it's a long way down
so drink, little drinker, see how fast you can drown

The superstar that you are can probably float all night
but once you start sinking, who's going to save you tonight?
When you're done splashing and struggling and gasping for air
trip, little tripper, see how nothing is there

The shining star that you are can probably make things just appear
but everything you see may not really be here
When you're done laughing and crying over imagined joy and sorrow
slam, little slammer, like there's no tomorrow

The shooting star that you are can probably bang an eight-track
but when you're so shot up there just might be no coming back
and when you're done slaving away to all the demons before you
cry, little child, to the one who's waiting for you...