One burning afternoon, under the waxing jurisdiction of the harvest moon
we took a right
we went far away
and I remember it as though it were yesterday at the pet store
the stereo played songs we both knew
and I reached my arm around to touch you
I felt the sun burning into me
and I knew we'd find a physic for my malady
at the pet store
your hair caught the sunlight as you
opened the door
and I'd never seen your hair looking quite that way before
I heard the parakeets punctuate the moment with their
shrieks and cries
I saw the reptile cages reflected in your blue eyes
their green bodies conspiring therein
to form a separate universe where it was no sin
to want what I wanted right the and there
at the pet store

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