Relationships.

At the beginning it was sex and candy,
whiling away all of our hours on Marcy's playground.
We dreamed in disco flavoured lemonades,
pouring all of ourselves into the world.

In the middle we were a year full of ninths,
building crescendos and falling notes.
The ticking clocks became symphonic, symbolic,
dipping down and screaming back up.

At the end the life we built in Eden had changed,
I painted pictures you couldn't see.
You said the angels had shifted their faces,
you'd forgotten the chorus to our melodies.