we met in a factory two years ago your hair was much longer then. you wore it up and it was always a surprise when it came down. among all those unhappy people, we came together.
long hours and hair nets, clocking in and clocking out during the smoke alarm's spray we communicate
we were the young ones we were the basic ones we were the they-don't-know-what-life-is-really-about-ones.
we met in a factory two years ago in the middle of the bank exhaustion you left from college to join a crowd of people in a back room packing away their dreams at the expense of others
but i'm still here, and you have left. and my hands are cold, and yours are unfettered.
and now you're untied too, and i never will. and that's okay with you. and now you're untied too, and i never will. and that's okay with me.