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