Map of the Stars

Oh little bird when you step out the shower

What is it that you always write on the mirror

You’re up all night

Oh little bird in the dead of the day

Your pumping gas in the shadow of a freeway

The gas attendant smiles at you and waves

You feel like you’ve known him your whole life in some way

It must be hard loving everyone so much

It’s hard loving you

Oh little bird in the wave of a sage

Your mom calls, pissed, in the middle of a cubs game

Oh,is she home?

I won’t say, tell her I love her, y’all come and stay

It must be hard loving everyone so much

It’s hard loving you

It must be hard loving everything so much

It’s hard loving you

I took the keys to her car

She’s alone in the park

Reading a Map of the Stars

More her speed than The Bell Jar

It must be hard loving everyone so much

It’s hard loving you

It must be hard loving everything so much

It’s hard loving you