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

Now my heart is green as wheat
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
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, keep me from loving you?
‘Cause it's hard
Hard, hard, hard