We tested theory face to face.
We struck out living, love or bust.
We let our two pasts come between us.
We tried ignoring half the truth.
Still, the half I let me see in you
Would merit friendship, praise, and
trust,
But we let our past come between us.
Now we've been apart for couple of
years,
Acres of heartache and more than two
beers.
We met by chance, mustering neither
hate nor lust.
It's funny, how densely the past grew
between us.
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