meet me in the garden

we can pick some apples

smoke until we can't see

living in a bubble



steal food from the larder

maybe get some sparklers

use a candle to light our way

hold hands in the dark



we can talk about girls

that are really pretty

we can prearrange

a day trip to the city



we can contemplate

living like we're fools

we can count the hours

we wasted being at school



we can wonder why

we never got accepted

we can wonder how

we always felt neglected



maybe it was to be expected