StupidCliche

If life's just beginning

And summer is cold

Where do we land

After time makes us old?

If I run to your house

And you run to mine

Does that mean we'll turn into

The fairy tale kind?

I don't like to be far from

The things I don't know

Newness is inviting

So I'll probably go

But if I tell you I love you

And if I really do

Would you keep me forever

So it always feels new?