We were only 15 and 17
Filled with doubt
At home, we face our parents
Feeling ostracized from the place we called home
How did you get through it

The nights in your room
Your room, filled to the edge with material objects
Representing your state of mind
We try to find happiness
Crying in eachothers arms

Your depression room,
You just couldn’t go through with it
You gave up.
You lay in my arms
Saying how you hate our life

I tell you, it’s going to get better
But there’s no way to know
If we can sew these scars
I lied to you at the time
Not knowing whether we’d be okay was my crime

We are only 17 and 19
Filled with hope
At home, we face our parents
Trying to make home feel more like home
But not for us

The nights after football games
Dancing in the driveway
Blasting music from your car
Wasting all of our energy
Ignoring whether the neighbors would get annoyed

I tell you, we can do this
Take it day by day
Laughing on the floor of our rooms
Looking at memes
Looking at past photos of us

We are only 17 and 19
We have a future
You can have everything you want
Despite what haunts us
You are capable

Let's drive into the sunset
Like Sam and Dean
My Moose to your Squirrel
I think we deserve some rest
For trying our best

Your progress doesn’t go unnoticed
Because we struggled together
And still managed to get out alive.