This started out:
chivalry, courtesy, rolling chairs for all the clergy
you were there and I was there and everything was fine
Then this became:
loser signs, narrow minds, paper stuck in your hair
he was there and she was there and it really wasn't bad
This ended up:
anger, hatred, rage, confusion, friendship stuck in a delusion
we're still here and they're still here and everything's okay
don't believe me for the sake of holding on
do you think that box has made it to Tijuana yet?
I still love you. Did you ever know I did?
but I'll lie my pants on fire and never know why.
delusion
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