oh what a season we had of wading in over our
heads we baked in our skins till the sun was a sliver
and half dead when will these shadows retire
from haunting the hems of our days you were
the liar and i was on fire in my way i couldn’t
love you enough the light’s on the porch and
the key’s in the lock and now all that matters
is if we were happy or not this was the least
i could do with room in the back and designs
on you to skip to the ending through scenes
half remembered and half true a house full
of dust and decay a room full of order lies
wracking their brains and i stay up
wondering if we were in love or insane