I painted the hallway sky-blue with you; we ignored the cracks in the wall and the cobwebs in the corner. 

 

We thought we could make it; we lit up every room we were in; with love, we refused to hide in our back pockets.

 

The storm that was happening outside, we didn’t mind cause I remember that night you knocked on my window when the thunder came rolling in. 

 

You swore you would love me until next December; goosebumps were dancing on my skin.

 I had forgotten all about my ghosts still living in the back room. 

 

I told you love was a dangerous game, but you brought out sky-blue paint instead of leaving.