Nonchalance,
Young love what’s the fuss?
In the life we knew it withdrew it abandoned us.
Dripping in polka-dot, time dried the forget-me-nots,
You say you’re you but where’s your proof?
What’s the fuss?
Blessed tremblings are passé.
But I just wanna say if young love got delayed,
That I’m still here today if young love got delayed.
Adulthood’s when you see true loves scarcity,
Through acute sense of doom, matrimony,
Exiting nonchalance, adulthood’s for the freaks and rust,
You say you’re you but where’s your proof?
What’s the fuss?
Blessed trembling are passé.
But I just wanna say if young love got delayed,
That I’m still here today if young love got delayed.
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