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He knows enough to fight me, I can see it in his eyes
I turn away, and think of other things, this time I'll let it slide
But as I'm sitting here pretending it's not obvious I know,
I see him reaching down the rabbit hole for times from long ago
The past is calling, but it doesn't understand that times have changed
All the pieces are the same, but who I am is rearranged
Just like you are, because I know that you back then was not you now
And I'm not sure just when it happened, but I think I can guess how
So you can keep your indignation, and stick to your newer way
And when ill miss you, what I'll miss will be a memory, not today.
But back to him. The lesser problem.
I feel sorry for his shell .
Cuz that's not him; just the persona that he's trying hard to sell
And his hands are in his pockets, and he's smiling when he tries,
But if he wants to hide, then he shouldn't have looked me in the eyes.