It was a saturday when I realized we were growing too old

We had drugs we were selling as we sped down the road

When did we start driving ourselves and always getting high

And as the wind hits my face I think I may have missed out on life

And fighting to be older I missed the transition

from the life I used to lead and the world I now live in

And at what point did my youth start to escape me

Was it the lovers I had laid with or relying on drugs for sleep

And now I drive in the mornings no longer a passenger

And wake up every morning expecting a messenger

But when youre seventeen youre supposed to have already gotten the memo

But Im still waiting, not knowing exactly what to look for