I still smell the smoke, I still taste the Crown
I still feel the vinyl of the backseat
With the windows halfway down
Yeah, I still hear "Pour Some Sugar On Me" in the tape deck
With both of us singing along
And I still hear me saying, "Baby, not yet, not yet"
We talk about our memory
Damn, girl, you put a few on me, on me
Love pulled out like a limo onto the highway after the prom
Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last hail mary bomb
And my heart's still stuck at a stoplight
With you sitting there next to me
And the red light won't turn green
Yeah, it won't turn green
Damn you, seventeen
Damn you, seventeen
I still smell your hair, I still taste the salt