there are always highways in one's relationships, whether it be route 66 or the window across the yard. bittersweet seventeen and there are all these things in front of you, but suddenly ms. independent is wondering what it'd be like to have someone to share it all with. you had one taste of love and you're hooked, like some alchoholic, like some zoo animal to the trough. whatever happened to your wild streak? falling in love is such a willed thing to do, like when you're a little girl and you'd jump off the roof -- if you jumped high enough, it was only natural you'd fly. only natural...don't rush it, baby girl. all these things in front of you won't wait forever and soon you'll forget these boys' names, like you've already forgotten the taste of their kisses. it seems, to me, that triviality and romance go hand in hand
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