The furniture's on fire
Out in the front yard
The roadkill's still barking
And cars crash where we laid

Pointing out the distance
Between us and
The constellations
And I said

"I've grown as tall as I'll ever be
But they seem more out of reach now than they ever did back then"

So you looked up at the sky
To a morning faded moon
As the sun spun around you
And only you

Where my reflection ends
And where the mirror begins
Layers and layers of skin
Separate you from me

And in my backyard
There's a patch of grass
Still growing
To the contours of your spine