It is a bit surreal when I think about it.
How someone who was not long ago just barely more...

Out the door,
flying...

It's strange how in such a short time,
Someone can become important to you...

As I look in the mirror
What do I see...

There's something about how we moved when we...
that brief sense of comfort, love, and ease...

The clouds go dark and gray
That weary night of nothing to say...

I tried to be what you wanted,
I tried to be there...

So tell me,
How have you been the past 4 years...

There is this thing about innocence.
It comes from a look...

As you pass through my mind for the millionth time...
I try to keep my eyes open...

People see us as an improbable pair.
You with the horns...

I know I'm not perfect,
but for you I try my best...