Arms
curtains
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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 couldnât love you enough
The lightâs on the porch and the keyâs 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