E-Bow The Letter

Look up, what do you see? 
All of you and all of me 
Fluorescent and starry 
Some of them, they surprise 

The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 a.m. 
This letter 
Fields of poppies, little pearls 
All the boys and all the girls sweet-toothed 
Each and every one a little scary 
I said your name 

I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars 
Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras 
Dreaming of Maria Callas 
Whoever she is 
This fame thing, I don