Lost In The Supermarket

laundry outside my house
white sheets hanging out to dry
like the curtains that framed
my bedroom

I tore them down one day
who needs curtains?
do they really stop people
from looking in?
or do they prevent us from looking out?

when i met you
i hung the curtians in my mind
snowy white
a border
a message
a signal
i'm hiding
don't come in
i'm frightened
don't come in

but those curtains got torn down too
i let you in by the fire
we roasted marshmellows
burnt the edges
i burnt the curtians too

I swept the ashes out the door
caught by the wind
they covered the white sheets
hanging out to dry
like the curtians that framed
my bedroom