We met in a factory two years ago.
Your hair was much longer then.
You wore it up and it was always a surprise
when it came down.
Among all those unhappy people,
we came together.
Long hours in hair nets,
clocking in and clocking out
During a smoke or lunch break,
we communicate.
We communicate.
We were the young ones!
We were the impatient ones!
We were the they-don't-know-what-life-is-really-about-ones!
We met in a factory two years ago,
in the middle of the big production.
You left from college to join a crowd of people in a back room
packing away their dreams
at the expense of others.
But i'm still here and you have left.
And my hands are coarse,
and yours are unfettered. (?)
and now you're untied too, (not sure what this is, but positive it's not "untied too.")
and i never will.
and that's okay with you.
and now you're untied too,
and i never will.
and that's okay with me.