5. Too Many Stars
　　
　　Today was a long day
　　Yesterday seemed shorter
　　I thought things were going my way
　　But I guess they got turned around
　　My heart is the only black pea
　　The broken rubber band in the bag of good ones.
　　Could it be there are too many
　　Stars in the sky?
　　But I can’t go inside
　　And leave them behind
　　But they hurt my eyes.
　　Today was a dark day
　　Yesterday seemed brighter
　　I thought things were going my way
　　But I guess they found something better
　　My fingers are like broken matchsticks
　　And surely my eyes will come to a similar end.
　　Could it be
　　There are too many
　　Fruits on the tree?
　　And still none
　　Sweet enough for me?
　　But if you were mine
　　I wouldn’t mind looking at the sky.
　　If you were mine
　　There’d be plenty of stars
　　And not too many.