Damn You Seventeen

I still smell the smoke, I still taste the crown

I still feel the vinyl of the backseat

With the windows halfway down

Yeah, I still hear "pour some sugar on me" in the tape deck

With both of us singing along

And I still hear me saying, "baby, not yet, not yet"

We talk about our memory

Damn, girl, you put a few on me, on me

Love pulled out like a limo onto the highway after the prom

Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last hail mary bomb

And my heart's still stuck at a stoplight

With you sitting there next to me

And the red light won't turn green

Yeah, it won't turn green

Damn you, seventeen

Damn you, seventeen

I still smell your hair, I still taste the salt

Mixed with the cherry on your lips

Afraid your momma might come home

I still see all of your vintage rock and roll t-shirts

Hanging on your closet door

Back when we really didn't know what we were

What we were

We talk about our heartache

I'm still wearing out the replay, replay

Love pulled out like a limo onto the highway after the prom

Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last hail mary bomb

And my heart's still stuck at a stoplight

With you sitting there next to me

And the red light won't turn green

Yeah, it won't turn green

Damn you, seventeen

Damn you, seventeen

Well, I want to call

But I bet your number's changed a couple times

A couple towns ago, but I can't let you go

Love pulled out like a limo onto the highway after the prom

Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last hail mary bomb

And my heart's still stuck at a stoplight

With you sitting there next to me

And the red light won't turn green

No, it won't turn green

Damn you, seventeen

Damn you, seventeen