It's strange reading those scripts back, those lyrics from my son brought back
And, you know, they're okay
They're actually kind of beautiful, really
But at the time they never revealed themselves as such
I just thought that I was writing a lot of rubbish
That was one of the things I lost
That was one of the things I lost hard
A sense of belief in myself, like I'd fucked up bad
That me and Susie had looked away for a terrible moment, and this reflected savagely on everything else
A belief in the good in things, in the world, in ourselves evaporated
But you know, after a while, after a time, Susie and I decided to be happy
This happiness seemed to be an act of revenge
An act of defiance
To care about each other and everyone else
And to be careful
To be careful with each other and the ones around us.