All I ever wanted for the life I had was you
I'm seventeen,
quiet as can be
She was just a pretty little face in the bleachers
Dying to be free when he was seventeen
Chared cigarettes at night and smoked from the teachers
Maybe she wanted a little taste of the wild side
He was a getaway right out of town
And maybe he wanted a little tame to the wild side
But you know they're never gonna slow him down now
She's into bad guys,
driving the fast cars Making her dad cry,
kissing the guitar
Playing the pop-punk,
local indie band Dressed in the backseat of his mom's minivan
He was a good kid,
son of a pastor A little bit unhinged,
it's a perfect disaster
And they won't be the first,
no,
they're not the last
To be just another classical American tragedy
Sneaking down her room,
quarter after two Planning the tattoos,
a key from their parents
He gets her into shows,
she wants to see the road
Trading in the future for her name and his lyrics
They all say,
oh my god,
they might be too far gone Oh,
they're off to the deep end and mom isn't sleeping
Cause she knows that no one could get them to stop
She's into bad guys,
driving the fast cars Making her dad cry,
kissing the guitar Playing the pop-punk,
local indie band Dressed in the backseat of his mom's minivan
He was a good kid,
son of a pastor A little bit unhinged,
it's a perfect disaster And they won't be the first,
no,
they're not the last To be just another classical American tragedy
She's into bad guys,
driving the fast cars Making her dad cry,
kissing the guitar
Playing the pop-punk,
local indie band Dressed in the backseat of his mom's minivan
He was a good kid,
son of a pastor A little bit unhinged,
it's a perfect disaster
And they won't be the first,
no,
they're not the last
To be just another classical American tragedy