The Stars sit above our heads, as we sink intoour deep slumber,

while resting in the bed of your truck.

We think the same thought, as our minds become one.

A single thought that one day we will become a star.

And wait.

A hundred m,illion years,

spent burning brighter than everyone else.

But a hundred million years will pass, an we will burn out.

And Maybe our bright lights will shine down onto

two people laying in a truck bed who kinda looked like the two of us.