Seventeen Candles

I should feel something—older, wiser,

So why then, when I close my eyes,

Are you the only thing I see?

I never was the one you wanted

(And I confess I love you still).

You say you like a conversation,

Simple, quick, sophistication.

I must admit, it’s such a pity—

Neither prudent, prim nor pretty,

She never was the one you wanted

(And I confess I love you still).

Smoke, it spreads for setting suns,

For such an addict—no avail

Before my gaze, you’re growing pale

The years go by—if what you want

(Is purity, I’m waiting still).

Fifteen when (I love you still)

We met, then sixteen (love you still).

Seventeen (I always will),

You never loved me (never will);

I lie against my windowsill,

(Love me back) in dreams of thrill

I know you have (I’m waiting still);

You love and leave (for when you will).

What winds of spring won’t bring, I will,

April, April, come she will,

And May I say (I love you still)?

At seventeen (I love you still),

At seventeen (I love you still),

At seventeen (I always will).