Seventeener.

So tonight I'll sit up here with these street lights and these seventeen beers.
Straight from the page of a teenage diary, underneath these shitty stars like I was seventeen.

 (I mean) That my heart got kicked out of all its homes, and dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old and there ain't nowhere left to go, 'cause all my loves would rather be alone.

 And there ain't nowhere left to go, 'cause all my loves would rather be alone.