They told us "Nah, that ain't gonna fly,"
Like we were some weird, mismatched tie.
"Too different," they'd say, with a shake of their head,
"You're both just asking for trouble," they said.
But, like, whatever, we didn't care,
We had our own thing, a love we could share.
Through late-night talks and messy, dumb fights,
We held on tight, through days and through nights.
Yeah, people talked, they t...
