And we waited for things to happen
At three times the normal speed,
Just to slow it down and repeat it.
We wondered how we could possibly keep it
Just the way it was.
So we scraped are knees on T.V. screens,
Running too close to a cathode reality,
But the skin never seemed to break
And the grass didn't even come to stain.
All the while, you were holding your breath
Like you were finally going under,
Like the chill that crawled up your spine
Was the counterpart of summer.
The corner was once much warmer
When the walls weren't afraid to touch,
But they get sharper once they're older
And the contact becomes too much.