Oregon yard

Days and days and days of daisy chains
Wrapped the stem around my ankle and now something's changed
They got my prints down at your station
And I found a lock of your hair in my dresser drawer again

If you could just for once look hideous
and I could just for once get serious
Then we would be just like that oregon yard
Overgrown in the rain, yellowed in the sun
Not pretending like we aren't