Days Are Over
Green filled farm grounds
My friends and I making the rounds
All around
the edge of my town
In my old new first car
With the bass turned up hard
Screaming
about being seventeen
All those times
Trying to catch any boys eye
Get them to look at me
Want me
To make em beg please
Just to give em nothing
So called love that doesn’t last
What fun we had
Those days are over
I don’t want them anymore
Hot pavement
praying for rain
he still wanted to touch me
love on me
I wasn't that kind of girl
I just looked like her
looked at me as some sort of goddess
I wanted real love
The real thing
With a ring
But he had other plans
And still wonders why I ran
fourteen
Shouldn't be so complicated
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Dusty fairgrounds
Smoke floating thick all around
Hot and sticky we were
In the heat of a young summer
I contemplate forever
Or maybe never
As he looks me over
Trying to hold my hand
At every possible chance
Sick from the rides
Cooling come and go of the tides
Dirty feet
He looks at me
Laughing hard
At how young we are
And how old are you?
twenty-two
Got our biggest wishes
Cuz they weren’t big enough
Wanted someone who wanted her
The way I am
The way I am
Loving me less, loving you more
Not the way she looks in her shorts
But she was too young to know where to start
My name is his guitar
Wrote his first song ever
All about me
He's worn a ring for 5 years now
Still he asked my friend about
Me
Says he'll always wonder where I am
where I am,
why I ran
fourteen is fourteen
and sixteen isn't much better
is it?
Boy,
Those days
Those days are over
O green,
As green as me,
farm grounds
Dusty fairgrounds
And I want you more
I want you more
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