Dream of the Looming Spectre of Identity

I stood at the edge of that town
Standing at the water's edge, looking down
We camped out in the oil fields
I got up at dawn
Something inside felt wrong

I wish I could describe it
I need so badly to explain this feeling
Quiet voice, cold eyes
Embrace from behind
Your touch, loose hoodie
The house was empty
I felt like screaming

You asked me what I'd look like if
But I said I didn't know
I didn't say and you didn't ask
But we knew

The desert air touched everything
The shape of that town
A memory of something
Too big to process
Too big to know at all

I don't know why you held me then
The way you did
Things insignificant to you
Feel so looming
I didn't say and you didn't ask
I was so confused by you
I didn't say and you didn't ask
What that place was doing
I didn't say
You didn't ask

And everything went just as it should have
And I didn't ask