We wore sweatpants to the ball, sneakers echoed through the hall, and the rain didn't help with our hair. All the princesses in their pastel dresses, and you in the middle, in your Van Halen shirt. My hand upon your waist, a wicked smile upon your face, like the first time I laid eyes on you. People are staring, but we stopped caring, a long time, such a long time ago. So let them think that we're crazy, breakthroughs they made up. Let them think that we're just a little weird. Honestly, we probably are. You're the antidote to pride, like a rollercoaster ride, even stoics can't help but to smile. Who has the time to assuage the kind who always wanna fault you just for living your life. So let them think that we're crazy, breakthroughs they made up. Let them think that we're just a little weird. Honestly, we probably are. Just a little peculiar, maybe more than a little, but life's far too fleeting for us not to be who we are. Let them think that we're crazy, breakthroughs they made up. Let them think that we're just a little weird. Honestly, you and me, truthfully, it's just who we are. Thanks for watching!