It looks different when it’s done so well
So long ago
I was better off as one
So far
So much for what I thought I’d known
Finding different things to say
Getting lost along the way

Did we ever look so young
So fine
So different than we’ve turned out now
After all we’ve said and done
So hard
So very strange to wonder how
How we’d do those things today
Or find different things to say

I couldn’t tell you all the times I thought we’d gotten nowhere
When we were just around the bend
Well then it turns out we were really getting so much better
Who knew that we were on the mend

How could we do those things and never understand
How everything we’d planned would be undone
Wasn’t it you who said we’d always have today
We’d always find a way to end as one

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