Constellations

Connect the dots, what do you see?

A portrait of hope or one of despair?

Whatever you choose, I’m riding shotgun

Wherever we go, I don’t really care.

Back of your truck, looking up at the sky

Magnetic forces between you and I

Pull us together and drive us away

I don’t think either one of us has a say.

We’re not so tragic, but I can’t help but fear

We’re star-crossed, forbidden, straight out of Shakespeare.

We give constellations a run for their money

Feigning close bonds when we’re so far apart.

It’s quite a sensation, so bright for a moment

Only to realize the next night we’re gone.

Pull out your map, the galaxy’s ours

Forever is endless, a vast sea of stars

I’ve talked to them all, it seems they agree

Two bodies, one mind, it’s our destiny.

We give constellations a run for their money

The pictures we form far outdo all the rest

Light years away, when the twinkle’s long gone

The glow that we shared will still reign as best.