When she was seventeen
she hardly thought of anything.
As weekends come and go
well life is just a fashion show.
Sweet days of alcohol
with boys who think they know it all
but don't know how to make her smile.

Her glory days of youth
went flying by they went so fast
the drunken evenings and the back seats.
The friends who came and went
the tragedies that meant
much more back then than they could now.

And university did not go well
she had to leave.
She went to find someplace better
but she's still in her house
while everyone has gone away.
The world is changing, she will stay.

She met him in a dismal bar
and never thought it'd go that far
but the ring was passed
a few months later.
But things did not work out,
surprise he disappears and
leaves her with rage but no tears.

And now she's 28
it doesn't mean that much at all.
The weekends came and went
and no one cares how time is spent.
Just more days of alcohol
with men who think they know it all
but don't know how to make her smile.