well say it, then, and mean it (now?)
while we’re whipping through this witty repartee
you with your dagger tips & taunting quips
barbing through my rose thorned walls
(oh the closer you get, the harder you fall)

so: let’s practice being 16 again
sitting Indian-style on your living room floor
with our ice cream smiles and our secret lives
i’ll make up stories if you’re buying time
(& you can pull my hair if you’re so inclined)

and tho i have a curfew in this city of a thousand dreams
i’ll break it just for tonight
to stay awake and share your gravity
(oh look at what you do to me)
so say it, then, and mean it now:

we’re only this young once
& it’s enough.