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.