Map of the Stars

I like the new place, I kiss your new face
Still no piano, same guy on bass
You're John and you're Paul, you're George most of all
Stretched out that tattoo, you got so damn tall

Staying up late in the dark
Drinking your beer at the bar
Spend all your time in your car
Tracing your map of the stars

You hate when sun shines, you're tied with red twine
Your car smells like cigarettes all of the time
I don't go to work, I'm covered in dirt
You said it's a good thing we had to get hurt

But you're gone for too long, you wrote the date wrong
I sleep on the sofa, you sing your new song
Your friends seem confused, you're black and you're blue
The months gone are many, the memories are few

Begging for brains in your prayers
Falling asleep on the stair
Waking up angry and scared
Coughing up sand everywhere

Walking back home one nigh
You made a mental note
Never to lose the plot again
But you still try to skip to the end

Staying up late in the dark
Drinking your beer at the bar
Spend all your time in your car
Tracing your map of the stars