Stars

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. 

  Chorus 

  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…