However much I struggle you won’t understand
The fact that there are only a handful of people worth anything
You pull my hand and try to lead me out but
You can’t rewrite my answer, can you
Oh, my friend
We can’t possibly change a thing
Oh, my friend
When we can’t ever empathize with each other
Depending on the circumstances, I think so
I might be touched by catharsis and cry
And by the next day, look,
Everything’s back to normal, and that’s alright
Yeah, I often have hope too
In the form of a shirt that matches my place
It shouldn’t bother you if I act straight–laced
Without forcing myself to try too hard
Oh, my friend
Please pretend you don’t notice us and keep smiling
Don’t let it concern you, and just go