There's a broken compass
On the dashboard of your car
Wired to a lack of common direction
Bonded to utter uncertainty
Telling us to **** the cement roads
And make love to our own beaten path
Wrestled through the dirt
Maybe we should turn around
But baby
Getting lost with you
Is my second favorite thing in the galaxy

Stop.
Let's park the car
Get out and stroll under the moonlight
We're seventeen now
We don't have to keep this journey PG-13 anymore
So lay me down in the grass
With only insects as our audience
I know I don't have to be nervous
Because you won't bite as hard as them

Baby
Getting lost in you
Is my favorite thing in the universe
Make me see stars
Even when my eyes are closed
Let's create music
Over the sound of the fireflies
That occupy the same love-nest as us

Throw the map out the window
It's not like your body came with directions anyway
Besides, I prefer to explore on my own
It was you who taught me
That not all who wander, are lost
So let me wander in you

Free from restrictions
Unbound by maps

Following a broken compass together.