Seventeen

The writing on the wall is never-ending

It tells me things I really oughta know

I called you back and hoped you wouldn't answer

I hate the way my voice sounds on the phone

And if I was a different kind of someone

Then everything'd look different in the light

And If I didn't still feel seventeen then

Maybe I could I start to feel alive

And It's always coming back around

I never feel the ease, of landing on my feet

And breathing in and out on solid ground

I hardly noticed when, It's held me down again

Until I'm standing drunk outside house

And drowning all the traffic out

Cause I will love a man

Before I ever start to love myself

And ask you for forgiveness when

I've gone and shut you out again

Cause I won't understand

I'll never understand

Mmmh, mmmh