somewhere in this vast oasis of home party streamers of the heart faded stuck to the walls pale pinks like the sinking sun drowning in itβs own image below the horizon i feel thatβs us where we belong laughing through our shame the night calls without names into the last party of the decades rushed into goodtimes and struggles flushed away into pollution tv static nuclear radiation here on this couch of your parents orange and yellow brown from some era I can never understand or touch as with each moment some new invention is formed the past is squashed we strum along to the hum of a world never quite ours but here we are