seventeen

oh you were seventeen when you said you were soul-searching you cried on sunny days wearing your blue jeans wore the lies upon your head like a curse you saw yourself in other dirtbags you made into an excuse to be drying like laundry in the sun the cold-wash cycle that you dreaded spun on low tumble you were headed for the worst thing you never expected to be this heart broken in the summer and you're alone again maybe this time it'll be different baby sometimes I don't think about you like it's the end maybe sometime I will see you again oh she was seventeen when she said she was soul-searching she cried on sunny days wearing her blue jeans wore the lies upon her head like a curse she saw herself in other dirtbags she made