Seventeen (3:58)
Words by Matt Ventresca (2004)
Music by Matt Ventresca (2003)

The streets run red.
We'll nullify you, we'll crucify you baby.
The truth is dead.
We'll walk right by you, we'll still chastize you baby.

The path you've led.
You're just not worth it, 'cause you're not perfect baby.
It's like I said,
We're lacking something, but I'll do nothing baby.

It's like I'm seventeen again.

To rule my head.
I just won't let you, I can't regret you baby.
It's best instead to just forget you.

And now I'm coming clean.