Young love, puppy love, high school sweethearts:
Whatever you'd like to call it
Is seen as a long line of food carts.
Others think it's made up of fights and fits,
They ask, "How do you put up with someone for so long?"
They say, "You're meeting someone way too early..."
Instead of asking, "How do you manage to stay so strong?"
Instead of saying, "You'll get to spend more of your life with someone so dearly."
I wonder if people have tried to walk in our shoes
Rather than think it's a dragging plane ride.
We'll just let them accuse,
Because they'll never know the joy of our side!
There will always be judging eyes every which way I see
But my high school love is made for me.