You put the gay in stargaze
The big dipper is flipping
On its handle come springtime I don't remember
If it's to the north or south
The corners of your mouth and your tender
Smile and I know that I've already
Told you about the stars and they shine and planets twinkle
--Mars is in the western sky but fuck me if I can find it.
In the winter Orion drew me home
Each night but now that spring's come
My inner compass is swinging without
A magnet to draw it north but of course
I'm lost without you and in the daytime there's no stars
And in the springtime I should be in love but
Here we are. Lost and alone.
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