One little astronaut build a spaceship  of junkyard parts and wielded up the mountainside and tried to get the thing to fly looking through his telescope of cardboard and a paper hole and hoping soon to fly even though he hasn't even lived
But the ship was build real bad and rolled down the mountain slideing down the mountainside landing into the ocean's tide  
But the pilot had to face I'm floating in outer space I'm further than I was before heading to the ocean floor now I'm in the furthest place possible from outer space and the one I love I guess it's a poetic way to die ironic I can't even cry I'm surrounded by salt water so why even bother trying to fall in love with you feels like getting hit in the back of the neck with the wiffle bat full of stars and I got scars to prove it under my hands and over My heart