Seventeen Static
Yeah, yeah
Looking at the old photographs
Sixteen on the outside,
looking through the glass Sitting in the back row,
hoping I would pass No one really saw me,
I was just a ghost Staring at the ceiling when I needed
them the most
(yeah,
just a ghost)
We were the kids in the back of the room
Waiting for our lives to finally bloom
No one knew our names,
but we had our dreams
Tearing at the fabric of our teenage seams
(we
had our dreams, yeah)
Walked home alone through the autumn cold
Feeling like a story that was never told
Too quiet for the loud kids,
too loud for the quiet My mind was a storm,
a beautiful riot
(beautiful riot, yeah)
We were the kids in the back of the room
Waiting for our lives to finally bloom
No one knew our names,
but we had our dreams
Tearing at the fabric of our teenage seams
(we
had our dreams, yeah) Just a ghost in the hallway (just a
ghost...) We made it through somehow
Yeah, we made it