I know my story is not the oldest of it’s kind, I was too touched to see you clearly and far too young to realize that I had loved so dearly you, whose world I had designed but the sweet smoke came with mirrors and it brought tears to my wide eyes.
Because damn.
And:
God that was strange to see you again, introduced by a friend of a friend, smiled and said yes I think we’ve met before. In that instant it started to pour.
Because it does a great job setting up the story of the rest of the song.