She Is Seventeen

Orange and melt back, so weak after I come down and relax
Drove thirteen miles, the only way to stop me is to cut it off
Keeping busy with a guide around the old town
Feel uneasy as you tell me about your family situation
I step out of, look at myself feening
And come back to forget it all

A dusty morning, it could destroy me with a good intent
Fictitious tiling, remembering a cold lover's delusional
So frustrated that you concentrate a tower
Cower beneath it with your siren sticking needles in your arm
Serrated mountain, look at yourself feeling
And come back to forget it all