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 wrent
 From limb to aching limb.
 
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 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…