Geez, Louise!
Where on earth have you been?
It's been such a long time,
Around and back again.
So, I've been thinking,
How could we be seventeen and still believe,
That happiness could ever be after anyone like ourselves?
Hey, did I ever tell you I could see,
guarantees within your smiles?
But we never once agreed on anything that was worthwhile.
So, how could we be seventeen,
And still believe that happiness could ever be anything but what they told us it would be: obscene.
Oh, now it's safe to believe,
That you'll get what you need.
That you'll get all you deserve,
That there's such things as solemn words like "always", always, always, always,
When the truth of the matter is.
