Thanks for all the opaque walls
You used to hold me in
Thanks for all the one-wayed halls
With ever narrowed ends
And special thanks, for all the times
I spent thinking of you
While you were just thinking of him
Thanks for looking out for me
Through your shattered lens
And thanks for waking next to me
With the same somnolence
And special thanks, for all the times
I spent thinking of you
While you were just thinking of him
What's another, what's another
What's another year.