3 More Years

Remember the whisper of your fingers
When they skate around the inside of my thigh
It's the dust that tends to linger
It won't settle while I cry alone at night

And you're the only person
Who I'd show my polka dot sheets to
Fully clothed
With our parents by the door

I've got 3 more years
3 more years

My mother likes purses
But I like the pockets of your bluejeans
I never turned in
The assignment we were working on

You never told me
Why you called me the other night
You don't see we're barrelling
Towards a different kind of light

I've got 3 more years
3 more years

Now I know some kids, and they like me
The kids that I liked were 17
Now they've grown up
And so will we

I never thought I'd get this far
I knew it was someday but here we are
Before I can blink
This will all be gone

3 more years
3 more years

I've tried to reason
But I couldn't get through rhyme
Time skips through seasons
And time isn't kind to life

3 more, 3 more
3 more years
3 more, 3 more
3 more years