Stars - The Indelicates

I’m in love with the boy next door

He treats me like a filthy whore

I give him everything he wants

For nothing in return

We drive out to the hills and lie

Beneath the dark’ning twilit sky

And how I love the knowledge that

I’ll never ever learn

And the stars don’t shine for me and you

They shine no matter what we do

And every day is shorter than the last

For all the years in bedrooms lost

In you I calculate the cost

Of never staking my claim to the stars

I give you head and cook your tea

You make my daddy weep for me

I smile each time you hurt me

For you’re really hurting him

I’m Joan of Arc, Ophelia, the Other Mrs, Rochester

A monument torn down and rent

From limb to aching limb

And the stars don’t shine for me and you

Even though I’d like them to

And you are just an actor in my heart

The story will play to the end

And you will never comprehend

Just how well you have taken to your part

I conjure up a single tear

The people look like ants from here

The distant buzz of endless passing cars

And gazing at eternity

The only one who counts is me

And we shall see our logo on the stars…