Neon drip on my skin like a sin,
I’m a starboy, she’s a storm, let the night begin.
Tattoos talkin’ in cursive on her collarbone,
we crash the city, two ghosts in a no-service zone.
She says “never sober,” I say “never down,”
fuck the throne, we burn it up, wear the crown.
Him & I in the echoes, explicit in the sky,
every star is a scar we never gotta justify.