Cup your mouth to compress the sound,
skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town.
And everything that I said was true
as the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.
I remember when the days were long
and the nights when the living room was on the lawn.
Constant quarreling the childish fits
and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.
All the slander and double speak were only foolish attempts
to show you did not mean,
anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth.
SIGH! I din go dwn to Geyland to get my 500 otah!
Dunno tomorrow can still get if the stalls are still der ...
It is such a quiet thing to fall,
But far more terrible is to admit it