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