Don't Stand So
Thinking about Suzy always makes me miss the old us, all of us. But I don't think she was especially happy then, so maybe she doesn't. I liked the Suzy I used to know... is she really gone and not ever coming back? Who is this new person behind her smile... where is my Suzy? But is she, are we all, so completely different?
Thinking these things makes me think other things, miss other people who I worry no longer exist. I look at myself and I wonder if I'm new. I suppose I am - but I'm still so sure that deep down we're all the same. Or maybe it's just me?
I still love the things I've always loved - flowers, ballet, the way girls smell. I'm still proud and shy and crazy in love - I still hesitate and calculate and set ridiculous standards - I'm still defiantly determined, afraid of the dark, full to bursting with conflicting passions. I'm different, now, I guess, but still so very much the same.
Here's what it always comes down to:
Who I am now still loves who you were then.
Thinking these things makes me think other things, miss other people who I worry no longer exist. I look at myself and I wonder if I'm new. I suppose I am - but I'm still so sure that deep down we're all the same. Or maybe it's just me?
I still love the things I've always loved - flowers, ballet, the way girls smell. I'm still proud and shy and crazy in love - I still hesitate and calculate and set ridiculous standards - I'm still defiantly determined, afraid of the dark, full to bursting with conflicting passions. I'm different, now, I guess, but still so very much the same.
Here's what it always comes down to:
Who I am now still loves who you were then.