Eighteen.
I'm breathless in the darkness,
I'm blinded by the light,
No one ever heard me,
Until you made it right
You found me like a beacon,
In the abyss of the night,
You where there to guide me,
When the stars where out of sight.
But don't ask me to forget about you,
The first person to have seen,
Something other than a little pesky child,
You found something inside me,
With your hands on my hips
And your name on my heart,
There ain't no going back now,
Age is just a number and all it is is talk,
But your the realist thing to me.
I don't care what the people say,
I don't care for them,
Hold my hand and lay with me,
And we'll prove everyone wrong (And we'll prove everyone wrong)
Nothing wrong with a little puppy love,
And a kiss here and there too,
Together we can stay forever,
Together we can be strong.
But don't ask me to forget about you,
You take my breath away,
When you said those little three small words,
You said you'd always catch me (always catch me)
So there ain't no going back now,
Cause age is just a number and,
All it is is talk,
And those little words mean more to me,
Then I ever thought they would.
You stood at the corner with a cheeky little smile,
Brightest blue eyes I've seen,
Dark hair ruffled and your hands in your pocket,
And a thin lit smoke between,
You looked at me like I was just a child,
From my converse to my hair,
Little did you know that soon from then,
For the eighteen year old you'd care.
But don't ask me to forget about you,
The first person to have seen,
Something other than a little pesky child,
You found something inside me,
With your hands on my hips
And your name on my heart,
There ain't no going back now,
Age is just a number and all it is is talk,
But your the realist thing to me,
Your the realist thing to me.
