actually

you're in the next room, I miss you
and think of secret thoughts
that I would have told you
except I forget them when i see you

we make love like teenagers
our hearts too young to know better
but old enough to know
we will never know anything better

I had a thought out loud
about how we would never raise our voices
you voiced the circumstance of a fire
and I said, no you have to promise

so we planned our escape route