Yet the same.
It was a while ago now, maybe two weeks,
Picking up chick fil a but he forgot that I get sauce for my fries,
I was about to hop out without any complaints till I saw the Tesla in my rearview and your father through the window,
I asked him to do it for me.
They walk right past each other, holding the door for one another even,
He and your parents don't batt an eye.
It was crazy to me,
But it made sense.
How would they have reacted if they'd known who they'd walked by? Would they have reacted at all? What if I was the one to have walked in? Would they have said anything to me? Would I to them? Did they even see my car there in that pick up spot through their rear view camera?
They probably hold a lot of resentment for me, and for good reason.
Yesterday I played games with Ethan,
I've been sick so I couldn't go see him,
And Tori joined the call.
My voice is different enough that I scared her, she didn't recognize it at first.
I showered this morning and used deodorant but I still stunk by 6,
My father showed me how to shave and I almost cried when I asked him if he wanted to,
And he and I bantered about my stink when I complained about it.
It's crazy how I'm so different,
How things are so different,
Yet I'm the same.
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