Say you remember when i could write your name on the arms of the chairs you frequented. Its like we knew they were yours. And we can hang on together forever on the same things we thought we knew we'd stop. We knew we were better off leaving only locked doors like crumbs on the path behind. We though one day they might lead us back that not even crows would eat them.
All the time you've spent drunk in smoke filled rooms you were tripping on what was already behind you. There's a shade in your home that just wont go.
I can remember the time of day but not what season it was. I was so sure what you wanted but I'm still not sure what i was waiting for. I guess it was warm. Maybe summer. You cut my jeans into shorts and we said goodnight leaving only locked doors.