Woorden: Crimpshrine. Duct Tape Soup. Along The Way.

It was "us" and "them" we thought
And they had all been strictly taught
Just how to look and what to say
We used to look at them and laugh
Pretending we were so detached
We used to put them on display.
You were off being a recluse
Joining hands to tie the noose
You weren't sure just what to do
Things were getting really hectic
I was too distant to detect it
I hope you knew that I'd get back to you.
Then the lines were not as clear
And I began to really fear
'cuz it got hard to just get by
I felt badly out of place
And took some time to get some space
And try some things I hadn't tried.
Somehow we both pulled together
Hoping that things would get better
Yeah, there were some casualties
Along the way
But here we are, a few years older
I'm no convict, and you're no soldier
Smile 'cuz we made it to this day