I think we'll find our own way
And when we were thirteen you leaned over me and stared at me nervously and kissed me quiet unexpectedly and pleasantly we fell asleep and awoke in the morning in your blue glowing basement with chocolate melted all through your hair under blankets as close as we could without touching and no one remembered not ever.
And when we were home once from college for a week in the summer we drove through the night so aimlessly wandering and found ourselves in a cemetery where we realized it's possible and we fell in love and planned our eternity there and thought of it fondly when we were both separated for the rest of our lives.
And when we were twenty five I passed you in the garden on your hands and your knees as you nurtured the vegetables and I nostalgically thought of when I once loved you and was sad at the fact that I knew I wouldn't speak to you and left you to rot with your dying plants and feel nothing more of it to this very day.
And when you were born and came home from the hospital I was there waiting with excitement and wondering what you would look like and not knowing anything you were perfect and beautiful I imagined you in movies we ran around neighborhoods and bedrooms and parks and you left me forever and I did the same.
And when we were dying I grabbed hold of your hand and I thought of the books we read and all that had passed and I knew we were thinking exactly the same thing and none of it mattered and we're glad that it happened and now everything circles forever around us and each moment so far away but vividly bulging with sweet loving memory at least in a manner befitting our consciousness and nothing is better than you and I are.
And when we were home once from college for a week in the summer we drove through the night so aimlessly wandering and found ourselves in a cemetery where we realized it's possible and we fell in love and planned our eternity there and thought of it fondly when we were both separated for the rest of our lives.
And when we were twenty five I passed you in the garden on your hands and your knees as you nurtured the vegetables and I nostalgically thought of when I once loved you and was sad at the fact that I knew I wouldn't speak to you and left you to rot with your dying plants and feel nothing more of it to this very day.
And when you were born and came home from the hospital I was there waiting with excitement and wondering what you would look like and not knowing anything you were perfect and beautiful I imagined you in movies we ran around neighborhoods and bedrooms and parks and you left me forever and I did the same.
And when we were dying I grabbed hold of your hand and I thought of the books we read and all that had passed and I knew we were thinking exactly the same thing and none of it mattered and we're glad that it happened and now everything circles forever around us and each moment so far away but vividly bulging with sweet loving memory at least in a manner befitting our consciousness and nothing is better than you and I are.