We are born-to-late bohemians
feeding on irrelevance
getting high on sweet romance
let us never stop this dance
I'm a poet without brains
trying hard to stay insane
I don't know who I oughta blame
for teaching me to be this lame
You're a nonconformist bitch
making my desire itch
we'll walk the line until it ends
it's not our style to make amends
We're like romeo and juliet
and I guess it's all we'll ever get
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