She Is Seventeen

Where's your dirty mind when 
  You need it, you left that in your 
  8th grade suit, maybe some girls 
  Would think it cute if you put it on 
  Show 'em what you're made of, yeah 
  What happened to love,in its first stage 
  We left that when we wanted more 
  Now tell me what should be in store 
  Be adventurous, show 'em what 
  You're made of, yeah 

  All this time to die, all this time to die, 
  Too much time to die, and i just want to die. 
  All this time to die, all this time to die, 
  Too much time to die, and i don't wanna die. 

  Where'd you put your mind, now you need it 
  Haven't focused in a while, and don't you 
  Wish that you could smile, 
  Try your hardest, show 'em what you're made of. 
  Try your hardest, show 'em what you're made of. 
  Try your hardest, show 'em what you're made of. 
  Try your hardest, show 'em what you're made of. 

  Do you feel good, like a sunray 
  Does your guitar squeak on the sheets 
  And do you feel incomplete, not enough sleep 
  Nothing nice around to eat, yeah. 

  All this time to die, all this time to die, 
  Too much time to die, and i just want to die. 
  All this time to die, all this time to die, 
  Too much time to die, and i don't wanna die.