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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?
Written by: Casey Walker
