Remember that time? We painted stripes on a turtle. You had gum in your hair You wouldn’t let me cut it out You were always that way. You never let me cut your hair. But you let me love you. It’s strange to say, But so happy all the same. I remember how we lay there. Or is it lie? Let’s say that we lay there was no lying with us, Just laying and being honest With each other and the world. We weren’t rich we weren’t poor. We had enough But we always wanted more. I think that’s how it often is. Not to say we aren’t unique, I doubt there’s ever been a pair That painted turtles with gum in their hair.