The Way It Should Be

we pulled up;
 our coats on
 cause once we get out,
 it'll be the only way we
 have of staying warm...
 my thoughts were left
 at the back door;
 you slipped on them
 hit the wood floor
 and foolishly,
 i helped you up...
 and carried you to the stairs,
 but they broke from the weight
 of our conversation;
 we fell through the ground
 and into the basement...
 the laundry broke our fall;
 strategically placed
 because i planned on this
 the night before...
 so you wait a few days
 before you take it off...
 cause it all feel so strange
 without our pictures on your wall...
 because i belong to you
 and you belong to me,
 and thats the way it should be...
 we took off our coats
 cause we finally realized
 that it's not the weather
 that was making us feel cold...
 my thoughts, still left
 at the back door;
 and you, still bothering me
 for not looking you
 straight in the eyes...
 but i'm not this time;
 so i looked right through you
 to the passing trees and
 focused on just one;
 you asked 'why is everything so
 different after dark?'
 i told you this once, but you
 took it with a grain of salt...
 so you wait a few days
 before you take it off...
 cause it all feel so strange
 without our pictures on your wall...
 because i belong to you
 and you belong to me,
 and thats the way it should be...