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 orderlies wracking their brains
and i stay up wondering if we were in love or insane