They talk about you, they talk about me.
Talking about we've done through the years.
Ask me about it I know what you feel.
I'll hold this together for you. Some things we do.
I know it's a few, moments to keep in my heart for you.
You painted the picture the way that we are,
but they'll never see it the way we do.
A constant pain, but a colorful pain goes through our love and it's always the same.
My lack of direction could be what you call a free-way to ansiety.
We never do it the way that they're doing it here.
We never say it the way that they're saying it here.
We don't share the laughter, we don't share the laughter.
They talk about me, they talk about us.
Talking about we've done through the years.
Ask me about it I feel what you feel.
I'll hold this together for you.
You brought me to life, you'll bring me to death.
And right about the time we captured it all.
But how can it be when you're standing to fall,
that they never see it the way we do.