lock the door before you leave
staring backwards can deceive
i've often thought of how i ought to think about these things

dead birds litter the sidewalk
they see us watching 
i could say that it’s just nothing
time to replay a memory
don’t want them fading
sorry if I seem forgetful

don’t say that, It’s okay
they’re outside
can you not ask me twice
think I’m blind
we’re alright

running through the driveway late at night, to see
shadows that are leading me to light, to dream
somedays I try but never seem to leave