I was nineteen with a cracked-up car, Dreams outpacing who we are. Lipstick smudged, my mother’s coat, Writing songs on subway notes. You said, “Don’t blink or it’ll fade,” But I was high on lemonade. Fingers tapping, headlights hum, A future I could never outrun. I swore that love would never stay, That goodbyes bloom like bouquets. But somewhere between the tears and sun, I learned that youth can’t be undone. We were at wildfires in borrowed jeans, Living off sugar and shattered dreams. Every wrong turn felt like gold, Every truth is too young to hold. The world spun faster than my heart — I was learning to fall apart. Running down the boulevard, Footsteps echo, sky feels far. You called me “reckless,” maybe right, I called it living through the night. Mapless hearts, no safety net, Chasing highs we’d soon forget. Love was quicksand, sweet and mean, I sank before I learned to breathe. I swore I’d never turn around, But echoes always find their sound. The wind still hums that old refrain — That freedom always tastes like pain. We were at wildfires in borrowed jeans, Living off sugar and shattered dreams. Every wrong turn felt like gold, Every truth is too young to hold. The world spun faster than my heart — I was learning to fall apart. Letters burned, the past rewinds, But I still see her in my mind. Barefoot laughter, endless sky, Nineteen promises that lied. We were at wildfires in borrowed jeans, Writing love in the in-betweens. Every scar became a spark, Every ending lit the dark. And though I’m miles from who I’ve been — I’m still that girl, Nineteen… and running. [fading]
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