i can't bring myself to write about anything other than us
we were so perfect
so flawed
the four of us were so great
even through
the cigarette burn i left on your car seat
the night it took two hours to find you in hide and seek
the days when it was always either
three in the morning
or noon
every **** day we jumped off the high spot on the bridge
and never got hurt
the times we spent our money on cigarettes
and forgot your car didn't have enough gas
to go anywhere but away from home
the night it was just the two of us
your hands didn't belong around my waist
but they found it anyway
the only witness to a crime that didn't happen
was the moon
once again the four
then the three
and then the light left us
and it was two
no more three in the morning
no more bridges
no more moon
all it is
is two
and a cigarette