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"