remember all the things you told me we'd do?
take the world by storm, leave this place, be on the move
it was so great back then, to talk about what eighteen meant
freedom, release from a life in shackles, i leant
on those dreams, i remember thinking that the bus
we'd ride to new york and all across the country would only have us
and that kept me going, like the times we shared drinks
children think too much, me, too, though eighteen really stinks
it's not like i thought, never would be, if i really am true
there's so many things we'd said we'd do -- yet? kaboom
imploded, destroyed, employed, sedentary
you said "we'll move in together," but the only place we'll share
is the cemetery
eighteen is for us, for me, for you, to live out our lives
without strife, please bring it back, i want us to share a ride
across the world, across our minds, until the end of time
the three letter word we called each other might be apart of these lines