For a moment, I'm seeing you too clear.
I'm fighting back your tears with simple spirits and jokes,
but in the lines between what I read and your seat

I don't have it in me anymore
to tell you I've had too much; to tell you it's time to leave.


Because that was then, and this is now.
Because truth be told, we have weirded out everyone we know.


It's probably for the best,
I never write your name by mine.
But I can't just spell that out this time -

It's true, so now I'm telling you it's on the finest fine blue.

Because that was then, and this is now.

So let's figure it out and write it down -
Let's keep one last secret from everyone we know.