When you'll be 75 and I'll be 74 I'll take your hand and take you to the club.

We'll shake our weak limbs and risk our already risky heart to have the time of our lives.

Because even if we die doing that, we'll die young, wild and free with bladder problems and crazy mind.

But this is possible only when you wish to stay. Stay with me? Free your mind with what the society tells because at the end of the day it's us who'll stay by each other's side. It's you who'll tolerate my immaturity and foolishness. It's you who'll catch me when I'll fall. It's you who'll stand by me.
Not the society.