“Because when you meet someone prospective, you become curious
To dive through their archive, a token treasure trough of who they once were
Despite what you may know, or come to find out
In fact they were far from they are now, and far from one you would love,
Only then you’d seek to ask yourself whether this was for better or worse
In finding ultimately more of yourself, for turning a blind eye
Or to laugh at what may have been many moons ago, as you were
And forgive us for what we’ve done.”