Seventeen. A year from freedom. Till we all go our ways.
We'll spend this summer the best we know how, with nights ablaze.
We'll be "all grown up," as they say,
Places to go, people to know and moved away.
I don't want to let go, Your all I've ever known,
After this summer our futures become unknown.
These are our last days to live without responsibility,
Never seeing each other again is a probability.
So lets waste the day and stay out all night,
Fighting sleep, laughing till sunlight.
Dodging red and blue lights, sleep in the back of your truck,
Not getting caught needs more than luck.
They'll call us children, irresponsible, and confused,
They point their fingers and we're the accused.
But they don't see us living our last before we become them,
Our last days to stay awake till the a.m.
Disapproving looks while we tear apart this small town,
So tired, forgetting which is up or down.
But is doesn't matter. Now we have each other,
In too short a time we won't even know one another.
So laugh louder, push sleep off for one more day,
And we'll lie on each other and tell you that it's okay.
