Smashed it right on the floor
Now the stars are in pieces in my trashcan
And probably under the shelf too
And now when I look at the sky at night
The stars don't mean the same thing
When they used to make a portrait in the sky
Like a puzzle with a missing piece
Just won't fit together anymore
If I wasn't so clumsy and stupid
Maybe the stars would still shine
Broken and shattered, making me cry
So hand me the broom and enjoy your starless night