We Two, How Long We Were Fooled

bowling balls thrown from moving cars, bottles broken for bar fight practice. anticipation, abandonment. you're talking is just one trap that's set, and you must understand, to me you're the seasons as they seem to be. let's make love in the hall closet, the rustling coats echoing our sentiment, the uneven movements as beautiful painted picture. the neighbors will sing our praise and the guests will not return.