17

Now I’m seventeen
My school is in the country
Students wear trainers
Read the same magazines

Now I’m seventeen
My school is getting tiresome
Teachers-they're so young
Singling me out

Only like philosophy & after school the time
That’s what I call my own time
Nice girls meet nice boy’s end of school day
While other girls go straight home
Talking 'bout soaps’' that

I go home alone
Like it watching the nameless people
surfing subways, travelling somewhere　
“…nowhere…”

Now I’m seventeen I do not have a title
Depend on no one else busy being kind (to myself)

Only like philosophy & after school the time
That’s what I call my own time
Nice girls meet nice boy’s end of school day
While other girls go straight home
Talking 'bout soaps’' that

I go home alone and have dinner
In my sweet home praying again,
Again & again (“…peace…”)

I see the same faces in school
And they say that I am different I think it's an honor
I say it's an honor to be different
I can't go their way

Surfing subways, travelling somewhere　
“…nowhere…”

I go home alone and have dinner
In my sweet home praying again
Again & again

Now I’m seventeen
Now I’m “…seventeen…”