Last night you told me about the Big Bang Theory
Letting star dust rip through my side like shrapnel
You left me a gaping night sky spilling black ink
I tried pick out fragments of words in my chest
Some pieces were easier to handle
Others buried too deep it hurts to dig
They settled under my skin leaving constellations imprinted on bone
Carelessly you stirred star clusters then said I would't understand the cosmos
Left me with distance expanding from the point where we first started
Still I would let you hurl stars at me for a chance to make a wish
You told me that you wanted to be an astronaut
Just not be wrapped in my night sky