| I can go for days, even months
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| without thinking of you, not even once
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| then like a wave you come crashing into my dreams
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| I’m sitting with you in your beat up car
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| laughing and looking up at the stars
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| a shadow falls over your face as you turn to me
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| You say I won’t be happy til I give you the world
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| Don’t you know you’ll always be my girl
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| and I wake up with your words echoing through my head
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| Are you thinking of me where you are now?
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| Are you happy with how your life’s turning out?
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| I know we were kids back then
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| but it’s not fair to downplay it
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| Too many years have since gone by
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| to confess what’s been haunting me all of this time
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| That a part of me is seventeen
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| and still in love with you
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| I leave my eyes closed so I can keep
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| slow dancing with your memory
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| But the image that once burned brightly starts to fade
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| I know I romanticize all that we were
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| at the end of the day you and I didn’t work
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| Yet so much of who I am I owe to you
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| If I knew back then what I know now
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| Could have foretold the end somehow
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| I still don’t think I would change a thing
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| about how I felt at seventeen |