We wait for the fireworks and drink
While borrowed heat drifts upward
And away into infinite space.
You look into the distance,
But you also look down
With three thousand sparkly eyes.
I hold you tight and close
The part I can reach, anyway.
How'd you become the universe?
Maybe this country is bullshit
And fireworks are bullshit
But they are pretty.
And anyway I'm only here
To watch the lights play
Across your grinning face.