He says we'll grab a lawn chair
and take it from there.

What about the middle of the night,
under the stars,
on my trampoline.
There's so much left we havent seen,
or felt, or tasted.
We know none of these memories were wasted.

I say you make me feel less alone in this big world.
I've never felt this way.
Just thought i'd say.

He says you're my remedy for reality.

We pretend with all we've got.
I thrive on these fantasies.
I depend on this fiction more than my own breath,
because one lasts forever and the latter surely does not.

For once i've got no analogy for this,
what i'd give for one last kiss...