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
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, hard, hard