we pulled up; our coats on cause once we get out, it'll be the only way we have of staying warm... my thoughts were left at the back door; you slipped on them hit the wood floor and foolishly, i helped you up... and carried you to the stairs, but they broke from the weight of our conversation; we fell through the ground and into the basement... the laundry broke our fall; strategically placed because i planned on this the night before... so you wait a few days before you take it off... cause it all feel so strange without our pictures on your wall... because i belong to you and you belong to me, and thats the way it should be... we took off our coats cause we finally realized that it's not the weather that was making us feel cold... my thoughts, still left at the back door; and you, still bothering me for not looking you straight in the eyes... but i'm not this time; so i looked right through you to the passing trees and focused on just one; you asked 'why is everything so different after dark?' i told you this once, but you took it with a grain of salt... so you wait a few days before you take it off... cause it all feel so strange without our pictures on your wall... because i belong to you and you belong to me, and thats the way it should be...