maybe if we sleep on the floor

maybe if we sleep on the floor they'll be less offended than if we're found squeezed into a twin bed, legs entwined but when we wake up they've gone out anyway
their errands make us errant but we keep quiet

right down to the tickle fight in a borrowed t-shirt in the morning light, we're living a cliche that's never looked so cute in slept-in mascara clumps cheap thrills all the high school kids took for granted good as gold in your yellow room

show me what we've been missing, slow dances and backseat kissing, writing off my family like i was 17 and know everything but got nothing to show for it

anyway there's nothing to see; take down the blinds

sun in our faces, hearts soft and green