The stars in our universe won't align
In any way that you can think - realistically or metaphorical.
But dear, I can draw you one
Or you can witness it shimmering - just look at me in the eyes.
And I'll sketch you pictures of us
You can be my medium; paintbrush is my tongue.
I'll even let you touch the 2 planets,
Change its axis, rotate it clockwise.
You can join me, surprise me, serve me, perform a heist.
Suck me in - my lips will be speaking no lies.
I'll be your audience; you can perform for me tonight, and I'll clap, shake - your name's gonna be what I shout.