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It's cold in this apartment, and I'm taking bottles out of drawers,
With all the pictures of the weekends in my room,
It's hard for us to let go
of all the things we held so close,
When we were 17 and sneaking out of windows.
17 is too hard for us to let go.
I know you can't forget last summer,
Even though we weren't in the right minds,
We had a couple drinks and we talked all night.
We're spending many nights in my old car,
Talking off your clothes, did we go too far?
That night,
You know we felt just right.
It's cold in this apartment, and I'm taking bottles out of drawers,
With all the pictures of the weekends in my room,
It's hard for us to let go
of all the things we held so close,
When we were 17 and sneaking out of windows.
17 is too hard for us to let go.
You forgot all your clothes,
So when you crawled out of your window,
And bring yourself back to the night,
So you can fall back to sleep again,
And before you get home,
I hope you drive off the side of the road,
And hit your head on the pavement.
(We can never speak of this again.)
It's cold in this apartment, and I'm taking bottles out of drawers,
With all the pictures of the weekends in my room,
It's hard for us to let go
of all the things we held so close,
When we were 17 and sneaking out of windows.
17 is too hard for us to let go.