Floral Tattoo Life In Color
I'd give anything to feel that way again
Nineteen, unburdened by responsibility
Or fear of going outside
My friends all together, tasting freedom
Before being slapped in the face
By the realities of adulthood
It was bliss
As I say that, it feels less than genuine
Everything looks nice through nostalgia-colored glasses
But I had all the same problems then as I do now
Looking backwards is futile [?]
I'll be fine
