Hours spent stealing from your dad's CDs
The music was a piecemeal mystery
And my new shoes became a part of me
I was naked except for my clothes
I never got around to asking why he didn't live with your mom anymore.
She always seemed impossible, she always kept her bird feeders full.
So we hid away in your room
With the window half-open in mid-October
The radio was on and the TV was muted
The alarm clock rang at 11 PM
Your bedside lamp was a black light
We used it to read magazines
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