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
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...