We were seventeen
In 4am apartment
We both touched and shared our feelings in old couch
Now I go broke
Have a little flame in my heart
You said you're done
And cut down all the f4fs
Now you got me all wrong
Now you got me all wrong
Now you got me all wrong
I'm trying to find a way
I tried to be
Young and cynical to everything I see
Still not clear why you fade away
You taught me how to fail
How to serve that I could barely exhale
I just make sure what I really am
Now you got me all wrong
Now you got me all wrong
Now you got me all wrong
I'm trying to find a way