Brownbirds

A brick wall painted pink and blue all built around my chest

A hand that's sweating from the cold now placed upon your breast

A jewelry box of memories I keep underneath my clothes

It's bursting at the seams with memories that we both hold

So tell me what you thought we had and I'll tell you the same

With those words, we'll both have our own bags that we can take on our own ways

A love with lost connection that we knew could never last

Seeking out that pleasure that was only in the past

The brown birds have stopped singing and the lights have all gone out

We're dancing in a dark room speaking I don't know what about

The fireplace has been unplugged as light pours through the roof