The time [bad word] again
Slowly walking down the steps
To where she would have been
If only they were seventeen

Waiting patiently
He stood between her fraying seam
Hiding from himself
As well as everybody else

Without permission
His face became wet
He thought that he learned
How to not get upset
From folded notes in envelopes
"Meet me beneath the moon"
Don't go too soon
She went too soon

The time [bad word] again
Slowly walking down the steps
To where she would have been
If only they were seventeen