Now that we've met
We can only laugh at these regrets
Common as a winter cold, they're telephone poles
They follow each other, one, after another
After another
But now my heart is green as weeds
Grown to outlive their season
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And nothing comforts me the same as my brave friend
Who says:
"I don't care if forever never comes
Cause I'm holding out for that teenage feeling,"
All the loves we had, all we ever knew
Did they fill me with so many secrets
That keep me from loving you?
Cause it's hard...