Her right hand closed the front porch door
Suddenly a child no more
All the ribbons all the bows in a box now on her closet floor
Anxious for what's [bad word] Afraid to leave a place she loves

She's not a woman not a girl
Trying to find her place in this crazy world
Meet a lover make a friend
Try and figure out what this life really means
After 17

Broken hearts [bad word] dreams
Sometimes make it hard to leave and

Certainty is out of reach even with some self belief
So she bites her lip and shows a smile
Flips her hair and flaunts her style

She's not a woman not a girl
Trying to find her place in this crazy world
Meet a lover make a friend
Try and figure out what this life really means
After 17

Her memories she stowed away
Pulls them out on rainy days

And brand new faces take their place beside the ones that never fade she's strong and fragile, weak and smart
Whatever the cost she plays the part

She's not a woman not a girl
Trying to find her place in this crazy world
Meet a lover make a friend
Try and figure out what this life really means
After 17

Her right hand closed the front porch door
And suddenly a child no more