How important
All ages shows have been
To the identity formation for me
That night, you grasp and pull my wrist
You grasp my wrist and pull me past
Imagining what we will do alone
That night, a tree had fallen across the highway
Blocking our way home
Wet with rain, your hand on mine
A breath of hesitation
Your skin that night
You and i feel as if we
Can escape calamity
That night, you and i, seventeen
Make out