Tell us about it, Larson...
I'll try

Back in high school, uh, there was this girl
thought she was the road for going forward, that she was a pearl, and a gem
In the end, she was just up in my head, not yet a friend
Now let me tell you how this steaming pile of ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ began
Back in sophomore year, I couldn't drop more tears
Because my last girl couldn't fill the urge, in my mind i start to merge
I'm sittin' pretty with the birds, finally over that ♥♥♥♥
will i love anybody? Pulling clovers I rip, them out

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