I found out why they fixed our wrists and why we were running around the house so, it’s clear, that I’ve had this fever
We were rolling down the hill in your backyard for hours until the lightening bugs came out and swept us away
The sky was bright, orange and bitter but I kept you in mind as I said, how I could live in these bones and never dry out
While everyone’s writing me letters about the beauty in my speech it’s just a miscommunication I’d like to explain, but I’m stammered by your eyes and your speech
I wish I could stay, but I’ve got this horrible depression
So see us from the top of the hill accepting of gravity it’s as pretty as the pictures you took last fall, from your window, I looked happy
That was the last time I felt anything that was the last time I held somebodies hands thinking I could hold these bones
These sober thoughts are not enough to make to make you feel the way we felt that April night with your hands in mine
I found out why they fixed our wrists, I was unconcious, like the life slowly leaving my eyes
We were rolling down the hill in your backyard for hours until the lightening bugs came out and swept us away