Sundays Are For Thinking

We're 18 years old and we think about love.

We're 18 years old and we think we're in love.

We're 18 years old and we think "What is love?"

We're 18 years old we think we're falling out of love.

We're 18 years old and we think we know love.

                                                   we know love.

                                                   we know love.

I'm 18 years old, but it's still hitting me.

Between the lost notes of Brand New and Taking Back Sunday

and memories of food trucks and Tuesdays

I think I know love.

          I know love.

          I know love.