the fire burned out and I followed you down.
I said "I don't think I'm right in the head."
and you smiled, I cringed, because I couldn't smile back.
the stars looked no different than the nights I spent alone.
but you hold me close, and squeeze my hand.
I would let you make all of my decisions for me,
and I will sleep here with you in the cold.

when the sun comes up, will I begin to see my future?
the years fly over the the treeline, just like birds.
the summer is leaving us, the leaves will fall.
I'll hold your hand and wish I hadn't,
and when I go quiet, if you loved me, you'll know what I won't say.
we finish our beers, toss the cans beneath the pine trees.

I dip my feet into the pool,
and the final drag of my cigarette says "you know what you're feeling."