Constellations

You painted a picture for me without a frame

You lost all the inspiration you never had anyways

Swimming in the ocean we take off our clothes

Boys who love boys in the summer

It's a beautiful day

Counting constellations far from home

I want everything to do with you staring up at the heavens

Soon the fun is gone it's another boring day

Missing all the friends that you never had anyways

The sun holds above my head and ruins my clothes

How could something so invasive be so beautiful?

Pink skies spill in your eyes and this feels like home

Should I ever let you know what it meant to me, what it meant to me?

I don't really want you to go. (x4)