This year, millions will fall in love
Most were born since I met you
I was 19
The year was 19 something
You were 19, too
I was 19
The year was 19 something
You were 19, too
A girl in our dorm was misunderstood
I was no bully, but I smiled and stood by
And stood by the notion that I was the good guy
In this narrative I created
The summer before you’d had terrible headaches
Your boyfriend was, let’s just say, into athletics
You broke up and signed up for campus paramedics
Just to prove to yourself that you’d hate it
The year was 19 something
You were 19, too
The year was 19 something
You were 19, too
They say you’re not an artist if you don’t feel things deeply
But I don’t like fireworks, I see them concretely
Just 2D patterns you could achieve much more cheaply
On a screensaver from the nineties
I was painfully cautious, too fragile for first moves
A swing and a miss with a kiss would be worse than the worst news
But you brought the fireworks, and oh, how the Earth moves
I’ve never felt weaker in my knees
This year, millions will fall in love
Most were born since I met you
I was 19
The year was 19 something
You were 19, too
I was 19
The year was 19 something
You were 19, too
Copyright 2018 Zach London
