Crazy is as crazy does

You asked me to meet you on the sandy beach,
Bitter-sweet memories of camels and typewriters,
Of bullies and bullied and broken oven doors.
You asked me to meet you on the sandy beach,
I baulked and I walked, not knowing too,
Now I don't know pandora's key hold,
Where do you reside with memories lies,
If I move forward will you live behind,
Or is it better where you fly,
It's a triangle in a pentagon,
Where the horses eat pears,
Of gremlins and witches,
Flooded ceilings,
Heart breaks,
For you,
Three out of five ain't bad,
Four out of five ain't sad,
Five out of five ain't had,
Will you meet me by the sliding stair doors.