you're so seventeen
hands on my neck and skin tight jeans
i want to die with you at the end of the world
you're so in between
what i want and what i need
i'm not sure what's good for me anymore
my dreams all speak in metaphors
of love and sex and fear
you're always too far for me to reach
and i wish you were here
there are things we know and things we don't
turned my ribs into a ladder to lift me out
it never got me anywhere
it never got me anywhere
when you called me just to say
"i'm drunk and i still don't love you
i'm drunk and i don't want you around"
(the sun comes up and i go back to bed/turn off the tv, just watch me instead/i will make you the happiest you've ever been/newspaper's open but you aren't reading it/i am laughing lying on the bedroom floor/i'm not scared of anything anymore/we're together laying on the sheets/the summer's leaving but i was sick of it)
