So it came to pa** that I'd stayed with you long after they had left.
But now you pace the hall, talking to the oil portraits along the walls.
I know you did what you did, but I was just a kid.
So don't compare me now to how I was back then.
This too shall pa**. Long after they're done searching through your desk, they call it voyeurism, not viewing it as a precaution.
I know you did what you did cause you thought I'd never forgive, but we were both a little crazy when we were kids.
Looking back on it, I would've done the same thing.
Everyone was doing crazy sh** back then.
Maybe I'm not so crazy after all.