Oh the sun is crawling up your arm

As it drifts above the windows in the car I still have questions I’m afraid to ask

I was walking in the same rooms as you And I was crawling up the same slide too

Oh the scar where the rocks caught my palm

Coffee table forehead scar from when you were young I still have questions I’m afraid to ask

There are answers that I’m afraid

I was walking in the same rooms as you And I was crawling up that same slide too