how it used to be

pick it up and look now, it's okay to look.
it's nothing new, it's all the same.
or, really, it's how it used to be.
well, you've changed a little.
but i'm the same. i think.
alright, i'll be honest, it's all different.
different than it's been recently, i mean.
it's the way it used to be, don't you understand?
it's not how it was, but it's how we started.
all this time i thought you wanted to begin again.
my mistake. i'd re-do it if i could.
but i can't.
so you'll have to be content with the way we've left things.
because we have left them, haven't we?
or maybe we're leaving them.
but it's how we began, anyway. don't you remember?
i suppose i don't either.