all in my head.

sounds fade out 
and colors dim
the only light 
is from your chapsticked grin
as we dance 
and laugh 
and sing 
out of key, out of tune too
but I don't care 
and neither do you
so we keep on singing
our voices strong
still boppin and hoppin 
cross the living room floor 
your joy is infectious 
filling me up 
with a sickness I don't want to cure
my laughter is louder 
then it was before
our wildness gives us wings of song 
to delicately alight on 
and then fall down to the ground
laughing so hard 
and a simple joke 
that may have gone to far
what fun we've had 
and it's really to bad
that all of it
was all in my head.