we were 16    only 16   so unprepared    left in the wilds of adolescence   and no less scared   an awkward boy    an awkward girl   what could be better   than laying in this bed feeling slightly less awkward together      the city lights erase the night   while we fester indoors   throw back the shades to erase   the lines that we abhor   an orphan boy   an orphan girl   what could be better   than laying in this bed feeling slightly more   remembered together      together   ohh   together   ohh      thrown in too fast   no time to last   thrown in too fast   no time to last