Eighteen

You are like cotton,
You are over spun
Well my friends don’t know,
Was such a long time ago.
And you close the door,
You are responsible for…

You are like autumn peaches,
Soft and worn with creases
Ben sings his soft sad song,
To the memories, we all belong
And you close the door,
And sit on the parquet floor.

And tell me,
Where…
Where to go from here
From the drunken nights, and the laughter we know.
What have we learned, eighteen and nothing to show?
Where, where to go from here...

You are the morning rain
I’ve been your sidewalk drain
Well I won’t cry, because I’ve cried the same tears before
So come on baby,
drink it down and close the damn door.

Nothing here but bones and skin,
There’s nothing here for you to claim or win,
It’s not alright, it’s not okay,
I refuse to be the one to pay,

And tell me,
Where to go from here;
Tell me because I don’t know
From the drunken days, and the heartache we sow.
What have we learned, eighteen and shit to show?
Where, where to go?

And tell me, because you seem so sure,
And you’ve been so pure,
You hold the secret, you made the plan.
You kiss us goodbye and don't give a damn.

From the lifeless days, you've never been so low.
Just you alone, not a single one of us know.
You left that day, our memories all go..
Eighteen and what do you have to show?
Eighteen and what?

What did you know?