17 Days

By George Barnett

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The years slip by like radio waves

My past plays out like an old arcade

Time is the fire in which we burn

It's what I want most, but what I use worst

I'm 17, but I won't be for long

And if you're 17 and you're hearing this song

In 2018

In 2020

In 3013

You'll know the feeling

This isn't timeless

You will never be here again

But I feel my life coming, driving my dreams

I want to capture this moment, preserve it in reams

Slow down my blood flow, look up to the sky

Throw up a sun ray, then help shield my eyes

And I'll keep track of white lies

But I love wishing

Oh yeah I love knowing that the best is the come

I said there's no magic

I said there's no magic that could rival this one

And I'm oh, so happy

Yeah I'm so happy that I'm who I should be

And the world is spinning

Yeah, the world is spinning to the rhythm of me