Be Three Years Old

When I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting

When I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting

Down at the bottom of the stairs

You said there's something that I need to tell you

When I first found you in this gift shop garbage can

I never thought you would be here this long

I never thought

We would hack into the dried spilt milk in our living room

And form a little cavern form a little yellow cavern

And watch it weaken and collapse

While all along we could have just simmered it in a sauce pan so that we could push the skin of our words yes we would paw at them like some sleeping thing

The last I heard I was yelling be three years old I dare you

To call out this balled up gray garment for what it is

And shout out all the names that we know and hope

That one of them lands correctly

When I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting

When I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting

But there was almost no one there

Tou said there's something that I need to tell you

I'm not sure if I ever really ever cared and

That I never should have been here this long

All our kissing resembled eating horses in the biggest rooms in the smallest houses

And on and on and on and on