this weaved cream canopy shelters us
opaque and draped from bed to bed
no one can see us, no harm can be done

laying in a fort made of bedding
hiding ourselves away from the sun
i always have the best adventures with you

wet socks and muddy shoes trudging along
the sun on our backs and the rain to our faces
sipping on warm chocolate in a recycled cup

conditions weren't perfect, but the conversation was
i was laughing and smiling with cold toes and fingers
but i was still just so enthused that you were there

sitting in plastic chairs, next to plastic people
learning lessons that i will soon forget
miserable as the clock ticked slower and slower

raise your hands, feel the blood runs backwards
beg to speak, beg to have someone listen
it wouldn't be like this if you were here.