I'm 17 again, and I'm doing 17 better.
What I thought that I had lost has graciously found me again, in a different way.
Used to be the one of the rotten ones
And I liked you for that
Now you're all gone, got your make-up on
And you're not coming back
Bleachin' your teeth, smiling flash
Talking trash, under my window
Park that car
Drop that phone
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me
Used to be the one of the rotten ones
And I liked you for that
Now you're all gone, got your make-up on
And you're not coming back
~ Anthems For A Seventeen Year-Old Girl :: Broken Social Scene