She Makes Me Feel Seventeen

[Verse 1]
Met her on a Tuesday
Ink on her wrist
Chipped teeth
Dark coffee
She laughed at all my worst jokes
Said
"You overthink everything
It's kinda cute
It’s ugly"
My stomach hit the pavement
Like I tripped over every year I’ve been faking it
Thirty on my license
Seventeen in my chest when she’s saying my name again
[Chorus]
Fuck
She makes me feel seventeen
Screaming in a parking lot
Hearts on nicotine
Every word she says
I fall
Again
Again
Again
I lose it all
I was tired
Bored of every day
She walked in
Ripped the gray away
Now I’m high on every ordinary thing
Fuck
She makes me feel seventeen
[Verse 2]
We talk till 3 a.m
About dead bands
Bad dads
And her worst breakup
She stares straight through my bullshit
Says
"You’re not broken
You’re just scared to wake up"
We’re crossing through the crosswalk
She grabs my hand like it’s not a big deal
My heart hits the guard rail
Suddenly every stupid song hits way too real (oh god)
[Pre-Chorus]
I thought I was past this
Past the shaking hands
The reckless chances
But she bites her lip
And every boring day turns savage
[Chorus]
Fuck
She makes me feel seventeen
Windows down on back roads
Cursed gasoline
Every conversation
I fall
Again
Again
Again
I lose it all
I was half-asleep in everything
She kissed me
Pulled the knife out of the routine
Now I’m wired on every ordinary thing
Fuck
She makes me feel seventeen
[Bridge]
Tell me this can’t last
I’ll still dive in
I’d rather crash than feel like I did
Before her voice lit up my phone
Before her laugh tore up my bones
She says
"You’re mine for now"
I say
"That’s all I’ve ever wanted
Somehow" (yeah)
[Chorus]
Fuck
You make me feel seventeen
Screaming in your driveway
Ripped-up skinny jeans
Every word you say
I fall
Again
Again
Again
I wreck it all
I was done with love
I swear
You showed up
Fucked up all my careful despair
Now I’m in love with every boring day you’re in
Yeah
You make me feel seventeen again

rock, Emo screamo punk with drop-tuned, reverb-drenched guitars over a driving mid-tempo groove, male vocals starting fragile over intimate piano before exploding into screamed, harmonized hooks; verses stay tight and confessional, choruses soar with octave guitars and gang shouts, bridge collapses to a bare vocal and distant piano before a final full-band, cathartic outro., emo, screamo punk