So it came to pass nThat I stayed with you long after they had leftnBut now you pace the hallsnTalking to the oil portraits along the wallsnnI know you did what you didnBut I was just a kidnnDon't compare me now to how I was back thennnThis too shall passnLong after they're done searching through your desknThey call it voyeurismnNot viewing it as a precautionnnI know you did what you didnBecause you thought I'd never forgivenBut we were both a little crazy when we were kidsnLooking back on it, I would have done the same thingnnEveryone was doing crazy shit back thennMaybe I'm not so crazy after all