Seventeen

Talking when you’re seventeen is like a golden whistle

Every word more beautiful than the last

Circling all the heads above ya

About books and boys and things that’ll never last

 

Living in a teenage dream but forever

Barn parties and whiskey till the morning

Hiding on a hill

Center of the world

Before your parents got divorced

 

I used to feel things

They meant something back then

But the magic ran dry

And the letters never sent

 

Think about how much you didn’t know

Racing cars on the drive home

Close your eyes trying to find hell

Aren’t you glad you didn’t kill yourself?

 

Climbed up on the roof and broke your hand

Played like total shit in your marching band

Your mother hated me and worshipped Jesus Christ

But I was your vice

 

On your golden birthday you forgot it all

Friends all moved away and you forgot to call

But the aftertaste sticks around in your mouth

It’s fine now that it all went south

 

I used to feel things

They meant something back then

But the magic ran dry

And the letters never sent

 

Think about how much you didn’t know

Racing cars on the drive home

Close your eyes trying to find hell

Aren’t you glad you didn’t kill yourself?

Aren’t you glad you didn’t kill yourself?