Your eyes and mine and theirs. The memories are gone with the dusty walls so we flail blindly and kick against the seaweed. At midnight we realized that it was a delusion but we took our glasses off.
The car with no top with the horse on its front. It was ours but it wasn't. It was where I kissed you with clouded lungs just off the highway. He drove too fast but we looked the other way. We wrapped ourselves around a tree in the night and walked to her house with our blood combined.
We were in love but we weren't too much time on our hands one backyard too many. I was hydrogen peroxide and you were vinegar but we shut our eyes.
I stole the lid off your bottle and put it on mine you told them what they wanted to know. We're allergic to the seasons - coup de soleil. But we turn a blind eye.