seventeen

oh you were seventeen when you said you were soul-searching

you cried on sunny days wearing your blue jeans

wore the lies upon your head like a curse

you saw yourself in other dirtbags

you made into an excuse to be drying like laundry in the sun

the cold-wash cycle that you dreaded spun on low tumble

you were headed for the worst thing

you never expected to be this heart broken in the summer

and you're alone again

maybe this time it'll be different

baby sometimes i don't think about you like it's the end

maybe sometime i will see you again

oh she was seventeen when she said she was soul-searching

she cried on sunny days wearing her blue jeans

wore the lies upon her head like a curse

she saw herself in other dirtbags she made