fingers crossed

behind our backs

shared kisses

behind walls of school buildings

we barley attend

the sweet scent of cantaloupe 

is the only thing evident in this field

that we are always in

we call in sick for ourselves

and make excuses for ourselves

if we love each other so much

how could we do this to ourselves 

i think i'm scared of the rest of the world 

and that's why i peek behind the curtain

rather than walk straight through the door

we like being carefree and cautious at the same time

we put orchids in our palms and stare at them

while the violets grow timid in the fall weather

and the crunch of leaves

just shows human pressure and release

from something

i don't think 

i can't release from you

we're in it till last breaths

or at least i think

and if it doesn't work out we'll end up doing something on broadway

i can sing and you can dance

and no one can say anything

or at least i thought

we're not in kansas anymore 

i whisper on a pay phone to my mother

you're not dorothy and you'll wake up from this dream

and realize

that you're idealism of forever

is just your fantasy

because you don't want to admit that 

it is temporary