Edge Of: Seventeen

You drive down a highway at midnight with the windows down. Your hair is a mess. Your heart is a clenched fist. You are not sad. You are powerful in your sadness. This song is not about getting over it. This song is about becoming the storm.

Marco turned up the volume. He didn't ask what was wrong. He just drove faster. Edge Of Seventeen

At the bridge, everything falls away. The guitar drops out. Just a voice and a shadow. Well, I went searchin' for an answer... But there is no answer. Only the rhythm. Only the edge. Only the number seventeen, which is the age you learn that love and loss are the same muscle. You drive down a highway at midnight with the windows down