Seventeen from Bathurst by Bathurst

Remember when we could move mountains? These days we can barely throw stones. Well frankly we’re tired of drowning in puddles, let’s ditch the water wings and take on the ocean.
So let’s just say that we were so young, but not so innocent. Our dreams aren’t dead.
Remember when music meant something? These days it seems so hard to find. Something that we can hang onto, so let’s pretend we’re seventeen again.
You said this was a waste of time, but we were alright.
Our days were defined by our nights, would we ever make it? They say you get what you give, you are done with giving. I won’t look back in regret. We were young and searching.
We were so young, but not innocent.

• Punk
• pop-punk
• Toronto