A Story About Life

I know there are some things that run around
There's no constants in the life I've yet to figure out
Chasing starlights on the motorbike in the summertime
What do I wish when I finally see a shooting star?
It's hard
It's hard
To be golden in a massively
Dark blue masterpiece of art
Who's counting?
We can't count the specks of color
When our world's no longer colored
For me
And I biked the roads that gather
The people from all corners
Made grave mistakes from my worst takes
Of living in society's case
Fit in well with storytellers
But my stories seem too over
"They all seem unrealistic"
It's hard
It's hard
To live true to one another
When they throw your words out
Like you're a liar
What's this about?
I'm trying to live my best life
No I'm trying to get by time
Cause I
No I
Had enough
Had enough
Cause I
No I
Had enough