17 (Acoustic)

Children's playground

Late night party

Policemen came around

We never saw it

You in my head

And under my skin

In two weeks' time, I said

"This is more than I've ever been"

And I still feel like I'm 17

At a 12th grade party on the weekend

In the park and almost freezing

No, nothing ever comes between it

I'll never get tired of this feeling

You heard me, and you know I mean it

Cramped apartment

Smoking neighbor

Moldy shower

Let's just blame her

But a kiss on your head

A kiss on my chin

Before we go to bed

This is more than I have ever been

And I still feel like I'm 17

At a 12th grade party on the weekend

In the park and almost freezing

No, nothing ever comes between it

I'll never get tired of this feeling

You heard me, and you know I mean it

Who would've thought?

Who would've thought?

Who would've thought we'd still be here?

And I'll never get bored of our routines

At the city fair playing slot machines

Or Phoebe singing "Halloween"

The morning talks about your dreams

Or the midday drives out to the beach

The singing mailman in our street

There's nothing else I'll ever need

I'll need, I'll need

Nothing else I'll need

I'll need, I'll need, I'll need

Nothing else I'll need

I'll need