So, it was Senior year and we Drove into the city Just to see your favorite band In the front row, screaming at them Then that singer touched your hand And in one sweaty, cathartic sense You felt this song was all about you And they wrote they lyrics for you Then you stood there in awe Your hands trembled with applause That night we made out in your car In an abandoned warehouse parking lot With your head on my chest Life never felt this good So put your lips/arms around me You could be my punk rock prom queen Dancing as she makes my guitar scream You could be my damn near everything And the years came screaming by We're both leading separate lives And we're searching for a DeLorean To take us back to way back when But these days I'm the one that's on the road Touching hands in the front row And girl's hands they come and go Until its yours at my show Then maybe we'd go back to then Late nights on the phone again Skateboards, guitars, and Jäger shots And illegal fireworks in parking lots With your head on my chest Life had never been so good. But there's a candle burning In your bedroom And I'm painfully aware that it's not for me There's a vein that's bleeding Unendingly And not a scar or suture could ever save me