Cicada Summer (We Were On The Roof When The Ufos Came)

The furniture's on fire
out in the front yard.
The roadkill's still barking
and cars crash where we laid

Pointing out the distance
between us and the constellations.
And i said,

"I've grown as tall as i'll ever be
but they seem more out of reach now
than they ever did back then"

So you looked up to the sky,
to a morning faded moon,
as the sun spun around you
and only you

Where my reflections ends,
and the mirror begins,
layers and layers of skin
separate you from me

And in my backyard
theres a patch of grass
still growning
to the contours of your spine