Seventeen

It was me and you, we were seventeen

Rolling cigarettes with endless dreams

Drinking vodka straight out the bottle

Friends confusing your house with a brothel

In and out of hostels, sore tonsils

What do you expect when you make us role models?

Me and my friends spent our childhood spitting

But all we really want you to do was swallow

We spent the whole summer sinning

Living for today, not so sure of tomorrow

We were young and reckless, living life

It was fun and hectic, until I got arrested

Apparently kicking your front door in, wasn’t right

We might have fallen out of contact these days

But my opinion of your dad hasn’t changed

And if we could, I’d do it all over again

I’d still take up your offer to break into your place

To be young and free in that abandoned home

Surrounded by girls abandoned by hope

That was the summer of the noughties

The nineties babies, getting hot and naughty

We were living the dream, sinning and freedom

Singing to breathe, drinking and threesomes

You said we were never meant to be

But living outside of destiny was best for me

When we were seventeen.

 

 

 

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