we were young thennwe balanced sidewalksnwe were cool then dripping wet with our lack of common sensenyour mother measured how tall those marks on the walls werennwe were heavyntree branches couldn't hold usnand teasing your curfew, we'd buy timenfor the time beingnwe thought we knew the difference between nswallowed whole and driving recklessnnand so he tasted nyour skin and sandboxesnand so he spread youth that on the groundnjust like a blanketnwe walked the wrong waysnand talked the words in thin placesnni sat on his bedspreadnhe played his father's james taylor recordsnmy head full of 'this is the end of my life as i know it'nthese words that swarm this mannthese piano warheads nthat are scared correspondencenwill be keeping me from getting to younnwe were young thennwe were childishncarving peepholes from our pupils