There was a year full of beauty and pain. We were just well-met there in a twin bed, but time is a thief and she ****s with my brain. Why would I tell you I still feel the same? Gone is the boy who was fickle and dreaming and opened his eyes to a life rearranged, lost faith in the world when it got so insane. Why would I tell you I still feel the same, when I’m colder than I was, deeper than I was, stronger than I was, older than I was, hopeful than I was, desperate than I was before? Loyal as I am, jaded as I am, failing as I am, weary as I am, giving as I am, tied to you as I am now! Somehow the road brings it back into focus that absence is golden, the longing is pure. It makes me remember what I knew before: home is a portal just open the door. So why am I a tiger, fearful and vain? Chained to a fence and then told to be brave. Years of indifference, a body of pain, now I’m colder than I was, deeper than I was, stronger than I was, older than I was, hopeful than I was, desperate than I was before. Loyal as I am, jaded as I am, failing as I am, weary as I am, guilty as I am, tied to you as I am now. As I am now. Carry the burden of time slipping past us and picking our pockets of wide-eyed joy. Let’s call it kismet there in our twin bed… How could I possibly feel like that? With all of our years full of beauty and pain, why would I tell you I still feel the same?