Hiding in my room I think we found the world
And the smoke in our lungs, it soothed-then burned
But the blankets covered us from all that cold
We swam between each and every fabric fold
Convinced we found our place, in a queen-size bed
Next to cyberspace.
The headlights of the cars would share their light
And our silhouettes danced in the pane’s every damn night
But I’m surprised we never caught their eyes
Swimming through your arms and your tender thighs.
We used to lay our heads, against my pillows
As our words echoed with each word we had said.
I think we found the world.