Stardust Dream

I'm standing in a field, a cigarette in hand
Stare up at the sky, in my eyes it brands.
I'm standing in a dream, a question in mind
How've I gotten here, and in such due time?
I think I stand alone, but someone stands behind.
I turn and look at you, someone so hard to find.
"You're dead, you know." I say and turn around
He seems unmoved by this, smiling from a frown.
Cross-legged in the grass, I suddenly feel a mass
Cigarettes are heavy, in my lungs I feel at last.
Someone to call a father, like smokes, it's his booze.
Lucky for him he's dead, he's got nothing to lose.
He sits beside me and smiles, it seems he's heard it too.
In his palm he holds a star and says, "It's just for you."
A star? I think, and pick it up. Like him, cold as ice.
"I'm dead, right?" He reminds. "I feel this would suffice."
"You're dead," I repeat, this time somewhat remorsed.
"Don't be sad," He says. I laugh and say "Of course."
How can't I be? Everything's slipped through the cracks
"You're dreaming," He says stupidly. "You need to relax."
Anything else? I think as anger burns my veins
What's wrong? He asks. "You were the only thing keeping me sane."
"You saw me fall." He tells me, looking at the sky.
I look away as he wipes a tear from my eye.
"Promise me one thing," he says and stands up tall
"Smile, and from heaven, don't let me watch you fall."
"I wont drink myself to death, if that's what you're saying."
Anger is what's keeping forgiveness delaying.