I wasn't yours and you weren't mine But in bed we laid so intertwined Sometimes as late as one or two And all I wished was that I could stay with you Our hands locked together with my head on your chest Drowning in your arms and never fully dressed We were so lost in the moment; I was caught in a dream One that you formulated from the second you touched me How wrong we both were then, but look at where it brought us Now you are mine and I am yours and none of that past wrongness matters.
My heart tries to hide, behind that tall fat tree, where we used to play in the tempered evenings of may
Now the leaves are dry birds don't sing on its branches but the tree still seems alright and I can hug you tight
People have made a fool of us chopping your branch and piercing our hearts I want you to hold your breath while we play one last game and the three of us will hang till our **death