I know that it's been a while
Since the last time we saw each other
We moved around, we cut our hair
And we're looking good
You started a new job
Finally I got my own place
You should come and take a look
Some day, if you want

Maybe I shouldn't ask
Maybe I should just let it go
'Cause what's on my mind
Has not always been on yours
But can you remember
That last time we saw each other
Or is it just a blur?
Well you know
We were young
We were young
Oh so young
We were young

You went your own way
I didn't want you to stay
I wasn't sure
If things would be okay
You went your own way
I didn't want you to stay
I wasn't sure
If things would be okay
We going our own way
As fast we can
And maybe things
Will work out in the end
You went your own way
I didn't want you to stay
I wasn't sure
If things would be okay

It was a sunny but cold afternoon
In February in our hometown
And we were probably wearing
Some clothes we bought to one another
Baggage we got from one another
But you don't think it's all bad

Did you look back, just a glimpse, just one last time
I know I asked, I know what I said
But did you just walk away
In those streets that saw us growing up
Me I went back to our house
Would you have helped me back up?

I quickly learned how to be by myself
Did you figure it out?
There's still work to be done and the hardest part
Is to know when to stop

So anyway, that's what I've been up to
And it feels nice just to talk to you
The only way forward is still through
Took me some time
But I've been writings songs
Yeah it's a shame I had to wait this long
Without you around it feels kind of wrong

The chords come easy
A decade of purposeless noise in my bedroom
A couple of years of singing Jens' songs in our living room
It's finally paying off
Yeah it's finally paying off
The words are still harder to get out
I've been borrowing some of them
But they don't feel right
Teenage years and punk rock songs, and gender politics
I guess I'm too old to be resentful
And I can't thank you enough for that

I found comfort in songs about god
About grief, Pablo, Norman and Carrie
Low lights and acceptance of oneself
In buddhist love songs for Tibetan pop star
We found comfort in other people's faith
For the loss of our own history

So anyway, that's what I've been up to
And it feels nice just to talk to you
The only way forward is still through
Took me some time
But I wrote this song
I think I needed to wait this long
And I hope this one won't feel wrong

I was stuck in my own head
And you weren't around anymore
To help me escape
Be my Mister Miracle

Too many stories
And I know, not all of them were good
But I've waited too long
Can't afford to pick and choose

So I'll write like I talk
Probably too much
And I'll sing, and I'll sing
'Till my voice drowns out my thoughts

So anyway, what have you been up to?

Do you even remember
The first time we saw each other
Bad hair, bad skin, barely done
Yet bored and alone
Do you still think about
Thoses years, those broken teenagers
Or is it just a blur?
Yeah we were young
We were young
Oh so young
We were young