About a friend from home and a conversation we had while hanging out one night before I went back to school (08/31/09). About the burdens we exchange for new ones. Check references to Kundera.
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Unbearably light. I'm growing into the weight that'll make me old. Soon enough I'll be able to shoulder the load alone. with that comes the fear that we won't stay gold. You and me, we'd take the long way around the block and end up on the other side of town. Later we'll end up in different lives, with guilty minds for not being side by side through it all. We wound up with this gap 100 miles wide. We should have seen it coming. Because I remember your eyes when you said "man, we're stuck here", and I remember my stomach when I realized I didn't feel the same but I didn't have the guts to say it. You smoked and told me it's an okay thing to be, but I'm still not sure I meant it when I agreed. 'Cause god damn, I hope you get unstuck from that hole in the ground in that dying town we're from.