strangely, alive?

Stuck In A Loop Of Brit-Punk and Stars

I turn up the Los Campesinos and look at the sky.
It's cloudy out, and its getting dark.
I turn up the music and I sing along,
Into the wind, and into the stars.
I am the only person to hear the despair in my voice as I call into the night,
"I grabbed a hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip,"

When I lay in bed,
Only a bit later,
I replay the lyrics in my head,
"I said you've taken the diet too far, you have got to let it slip,"
I want to be like her,
I want to be happy in my skin.
But i know she was not happy,
I know that she is thin.