Goodbye, death star; you were the largest weapon ever manufactured.
Don't be sad, Chewbacca
Life is long and heavy like a shadow on a spark and it will blow...
Oh...seems like I'm always on my own; Seems like I'm never coming home...
...Late nights, won't do me justice
I'd ramble about the overall amount of destruction and the tragic deaths of the interesting or mundane types who were probably onboard, but I feel it has been done better elsewhere and long ago. Anyhow, one such example: I've oft delighted in this routine, but should note it's a touch ...blue.
A different direction could be this ways:
Busy is my default state these days. Some thing's gonna hit me from above, I can sense it.
Words like so many bricks--
I'm putting together a thesis.
Tell me all the places we could go. And count the headlights passing on the road,