I said, "Baby, we need to stop sitting down and laying out our problem on the settee." Said "It's not a world map.
Gotta stop pinpointing cities, places, lands, gotta stop saying "This is where i want us to go".
We put it in our all to try and act like adults
when all I want is for us to go wrong.
Young and blinded.
We were supposed to fuck up, were designated to take the wrong (but free) road just to
find a long way home.
We're arent supposed to sit and talk like this.
We're too young.
Left alone.
This love, this warm and young love, we're about having fun and breaking each other's hearts.
We're 17 and we aren't going to last.
All these ideals of love, this is one short trial for us to live those love films we saw on cinema screens."
None of it is our reality. Love isn't something that lasts forever but these kids, hah, they try to show me that they're going to change that. Impose those Hollywood kisses in the rain. That's what they'll chase. That's what I want.
And she said, "I'm glad you think so," and she took her maps and her body and her favourite hairband. Into the sinking pits of California.
