This is the first poem we ever wrote,

And you'd be surprised to know,

Our story started on Christmas,

At 22:22, yes.

It was difficult to go,

but easy to throw.

This is the first song we ever wrote,

And you really ought to know,

All of these words,

Pouring out of our souls,

The high and low,

Of each and every note,

Came from our very very firsts,

Our very very worsts,

Our very very bests, 

All the tedious tests,

All the pain and joy,

And the satisfying void.

This is the first story we ever wrote,

And you really ought to see,

That this is our life,

and us is you and me.