Trial of the Century - Good Riddance

What does it mean when you抮e sixteen

The world抯 a cold and lonely place

But you抮e still kicking

Every door down in the place

The war of words they抮e so upright

You pass a hundred sleepless nights

And the worst is yet to come or so they say

Here comes seventeen

And just beyond

There抯 tolerance and empathy

To protect you from them all

A stand of evergreen

Just like the places we would always talk about

To catch you when you fall

You hear a knock outside the door

It never rains here anymore

So now there抯 nothing new

To was away the pain

A frightened face your clouded mind

The memories you抳e trailed behind

And seventeen still feels light years away

Nobody seems to understand you

As your grasping for that innocence

Sequestered in your mind

Was it guilt or were they blind

All this time