This is a song about "Counting stars"

I call her, no answer

Then the stars don't even matter

Everyone has heard of the stars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Stars interlock, faster then a shot

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

You fall asleep a sleep so deep you're just counting sheep

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Sometimes you can't fix shit by wishes on stars.

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

And mine somewhere bout mars