I think I always want the life of a high school sweetheart,
To relate to the words of Taylor swifts, lyrical art.
To join hands like the 2000s,
And get asked to prom with the song "i live you 3000"
But my year has already begun to tick it's clock
And the opportunity fiddles away.
I begun to wonder what the universe has in stored for me,
If there's anything,
Besides a lonely old stray.
If I'll be the wise to remind a young child, there may never actually be anyone.
To remind myself it's okay I never got someone.

On the other hand, maybe I want those college romances,
With the varsity teams and cheerleader comps,
With the lectures halls and libraries and coffee cups
Because then I could say he really fits well with glasses and his dark hair,
That the loosened shirt and...