White Lighters (What's the Difference?)

When I was just a child I had so very much to say

And by now I might've said my piece, but old habits don't just go away

And so I keep on singing - singing's all that makes much sense

In this world so full of vitriol, so void of recompense

Well I can't get too mad at this life I get to live

But the older that I get the harder it gets to forgive

When they said I could be anything

I chose to be a star;

They were right, I've shined my brightest

But it seems I'm out too far to see

Or maybe I'm an asteroid

Passing by for just a lucky few

A moment, a lonely view

Then I'm back to drifting

Next timе I pass a planet

I'm not sure that I'll be missing

'Causе what's the difference if the worlds just gonna end?

Anything to find my relevance, again

What's the difference if it all gets blown apart?

Maybe in the ashes, we all have a heart

But what's the difference by then?

What's the difference?

Carrying white lighters doesn't seem to be enough

Already missed my shot to join the 27 club

Maybe I'm too prideful, probably I should be ashamed

To think I'd ever be remembered, like Amy Winehouse or Kurt Cobain

But I've heard so many people say my music saved their life

And truly, I am grateful; I just wish it still saved mine

Supposed I should be grateful it's already too late;

No one found my music until I was 28

Maybe I'm an asshole to not want to feel alone again

But misery loves making friends

Maybe I've conflated mediocre music with being underrated

What's the difference if the world's just gonna end?

Can't I find peace in my irrelevance again?

What's the difference if we blow it all apart?

Maybe in the ashes someone finds my art

And history remembers me as Avant Garde

But what's the difference?

What's the difference?