Humans are very much social creatures.
It’s then actually pretty sad/ironic that we’re so bad at relationships.

we’re all taking the same steps.. they’re foolish now.

We’ve been had.. you say it’s over. Sometimes I’m just happy I’m older.
...Somehow it got easy to laugh out loud.

Can I have my cake? Can I have you too? Would you follow me? Could I ask you to? Would the world between us break these ties we’ve worked so hard to realize? Can a postcard say what I see in your eyes?