Young lovers lie under the stars
And tell each other how beautiful they are
Weary men come home from work to a beer
And say they find heaven in a glass, in a bar
Lonely people eventually find a partner,
But that feeling doesn’t compare to a freshly bought car
I want to take the stars
And use them to wipe my ass
Take all the alcohol
And drink it way too fast
Open the fuel cap on every car,
And throw a lit match into gas.
People can keep their fantasies,
All I want is you next to me.