Map of the Stars - Slaughter Beach, Dog

I like the new place, I kiss your new face

Still no piano, same guy on bass

You’re John and you’re Paul, you’re George most of all

Stretched out that tattoo, you got so damn tall

Staying up late in the dark

Drinking your beer at the bar

Spend all your time in your car

Tracing your map of the stars

You hate when sun shines, you’re tied with red twine

Your car smells like cigarettes all of the time

I don’t go to work, I’m covered in dirt

You said it’s a good thing we had to get hurt

But you’re gone for too long, you wrote the date wrong

I sleep on the sofa, you sing your new song

Your friends seem confused, you’re black and you’re blue

The months gone are many, the memories are few

Begging for brains in your prayers

Falling asleep on the stairs

Waking up angry and scared

Coughing up sand everywhere

Walking back home one night

You made a mental note

Never to lose the plot again

But you still try to skip to the end

Staying up late in the dark

Drinking your beer at the bar

Spend all your time in your car

Tracing your map of the stars