because the best is when you realize that we haven't actually all been here before.
we were different people, we led completely different lives
irrelevant now in our rush to try and convince the world we are perfect.
and we are, I suppose, if you want us to be.
but we come from corners of the earth no one else has even heard of,
little pockets of fresh air in an otherwise stagnant town
we created the sunshine
we were the ones who dove into the deep end
we were the ones who took chances,
who stopped to laugh,
who thought about our futures and then promptly forgot how to act.
and these are the people who walk around now, so cautious,
so cautious so as not to offend, to have too much fun, to let their hair down.
these people who took pictures of passionate kisses,
who watched dirty films in their basements to initiate new ones to the club,
who lived like they gave a damn about being alive.
and we forget it,
stuck on these buses, looking like we'd rather be anywhere else but here.
because we were at one point, we were somewhere else and
lost in our memories now we tend to forget
it's far easier making news ones than reliving old ones.
but goddamn, everyone thinks it's just too hard.
and what, I ask, beg and plead of you,
what has to happen to make you remember not who you were,
but who you are?
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