You and I,
Like two miss matched hair ties,
Like night and day,
Lovely and strange.
We would walk these winding streets,
Alway too hot or too cold or too something.
Too much.
But we were perfect.
Life was sweet and we were salty.
Heads always high,
Looking down from the sky
The King and Queen of Castlefield.

You Showed me the ropes,
I showed you my burns,
together we learned a thing or two..
I wasn't always embarrassed to cry in front of you.

But how we'd digress,
Unsure of our mess,
Let's keep the town talk...