For a moment, I'm seeing you too clear. I'm fighting back your tears with simple spirits and jokes, But in the lines between what I read and your seat I don't have it in me anymore To tell you I've had too much; to tell you it's time to leave. Because that was then, and this is now. Because truth be told, we have weirded out everyone we know. It's probably for the best, I never write your name by mine. But I can't just spell that out this time - It's true, so now I'm telling you it's on the finest fine blue. Because that was then, and this is now. So let's figure it out and write it down - Let's keep one last secret from everyone we know.