When I fell out, cut myself out, you were not there to stop my crying. When you fell out, cut yourself bad, I was there but you wouldn't stop dieing. When we get old will we be able? When we get old will our love be stable? I lost myself in your hidden smile that you tucked away for another day. Can't we just pretend to be two other people just for a little while? You'll be Claud and I'll be Marry Anne and we can run from the law, stealing cigarettes and gin like the cartoons can. Then throwing them aside, we'd drive off into the sunset in our god aweful pink convertable. You could wear a suit and wear a silly swinger hat. I could wear a tight polka-dotted dress with a stolen cigarette pressed between my lips...you'd smile at me and we'd forget the rest of the world exists...because nothing else matters...and I'd find myself.
