I remember that spring morning all too well As much as I wish I could forget It was the Monday after prom I came into math class, the teacher was eyeing me sympathetically Then the principle came in with tears in her eyes What was going on?
She started balling, I could barely make out her words Then I heard her loud and clear You were dead No. No. No. Surely I misheard Surely this was all a big misunderstanding and the boy in that car wasn't you Surely you'd stroll into class 10 minutes late as usual But it was you in that car And you never strolled into class again
I remember when I told my best friend, the girl you loved and who loved you As I told her you were dead I watched the life drain from her face quicker than an avalanche falling, and it has yet to return
And now her face is a reminder And now your empty desk is a reminder And now that bench where you used to sit all the time is a reminder And that one less chair at our graduation is a reminder And that picture of you in the hallway is a reminder Everything is a reminder
No one really knows what happened to you that night Do people really crash into brick buildings on accident? Maybe you lost control of the car Maybe you lost control of your life
All I know is seventeen is way too young to die All I know is we should've been talking about prom that morning Who kissed who, who wore what, who's after party was the best But instead we were mourning the death of a classmate That morning we lost you, and along with you, we lost our innocence too