Seventeen

Oh you were 17 when you said you were soul-searching
You cried on the sunny days wearing your blue jeans
Wore the lies upon your head like a curse
You saw yourself in other dirtbags
Who made you into an–
Excuse to be drying like laundry in the sun
And all the cold-wash cycle that you dread had spun on you and tumbled
You were headed for the worst thing you ever expected to be as
Heart–
Broken in the summer

Oh, you're all alone again
Maybe this time, you'll be different
Baby sometimes, I will think about you like it's the end
Maybe sometime, I'll see you again

Oh she was 17 when she said she was soul-searching
She cried on the sunny days wearing her blue jeans
Wore the lies upon her head like a curse
She saw yourself in other dirtbags
She made



Credits
Writer(s): Mark P Dombroski, Timothy Rygiel, Michael John Rygiel, Joe Mazzola
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