I'm standing at the scene of the crime
Seventeen. All we ever want is good vibes.

Standing there, preaching to our beer cans with your violet hair
counting down the minutes until we're out of here and we can live the rest of our lives
and your eyes lined with gold, never thought that i would ever feel this old
i miss the times we had nowhere to go, we hated everybody all the time

it's only been a while but it's worth the talk
haven't seen you in a while but it's not my fault
cut off all your hair when you moved away
i've been changing too, i haven't stayed the same

not the same, we changed our pace
adapting to unfamiliar faces
now we're two in different places
running two different races