paint me over.

lying on the floor with Maggie
ben in the corner
brook and kara paint their new walls
the perfect brown elludes us again
callouses on their hands, holding up my pants
playin a couple rounds of however many steps to kevin bacon
and we were singing... bye, bye miss american pie...
turns out ben knows all six verses
turns out brook loves the monkeys too,
you know, hey, hey we're the monkeys,
i'm a believer
windows open
crisp air flowin'
neighbors looking in.
sunset sillouetting
the mountains around
maybe we'll make
our own prayer flags.
and maybe we'll paint the wall
brown again.
so beautiful.
so simple.
so vibrant.
so toxic.
maybe it was the paint fumes.
or maybe it was just a good time.
night, fall over kathmandu.