Seventeen

Oh seventeen

You were the time you were the place you were my everything

Oh Seventeen

It’s been so long but feels so quick I don’t know you’ve been

We were young

We were dumb

We were having fun

But the angel on our shoulders told the devil he won

Smoking weed and staying up till dawn

These fake ids they got us drinking were twenty one

I miss those days

I miss those days

We would count down the days till the weekend nights

Now this Sunfire’s got us blinded by these red and blue lights

We were lucky then we are lucky now

Those good ole days they really shaped us they did all around

I miss those days

I miss those days

Im gonna miss it

Im gonna miss it

The buying rounds with fake ids

Im gonna miss it

Im gonna miss it

A buck twenty but its sixty

Im gonna miss it

Im gonna miss it

The blowing smoke from pop cans we

Are gonna miss it

We’re gonna miss it

We’re gonna miss the good old days