So now you pace the hall, talking to the oil portraits along the walls.

I know you did what you did

But I was just a kid.



Don't compare me now to how I was back then.

Don't compare me now to how I was back then.



And this too shall pass.

Long after they're done searching through your desk

They call it voyeurism, not viewing it as a precaution.



I know you did what you did

cause you thought I'd never forgive

But we were both a little crazy when we were kids.



Looking back on it, I would've done the same thing.

Everyone was doing crazy shit back then...



Maybe I'm not so crazy after all



Don't compare me now to how I was back then.

Don't compare me now to how I was back then