This girl and I used to find broken mirror portals in the lost skies of Hollywood. Somehow she failed me and I failed her and our peter pan fingers slipped from miles to years and the end all be all never came and our kiss found a grave in the scarlet dream of yesterday. And the nights we leapt from out of our parents lies a picket fence turned innocence into a barbed wired Barbie cross fire delusional future of sand castles blown into bedrooms of strangers that promised us danger and an escape shaped like love a velvet rope to string us up for adoration and then to be thrown out where we’d stumble together in the mornings laughing at our lack of control and wonder why we couldn’t ever share the same soul and if only we knew who we were supposed to be it wouldn’t be all so so scary Yes, my fingers once picked her guitar as she whispered and shouted for a better god that I never wanted nor cared for at all and now that we are not quite old i’ll call her now and then and say remember when we almost loved but fate never drew us that same heart and you went quiet into the wind and I exploded in the dark