In the kitchen you were trying to remember the words
While I was trying to remember how to act cool

Everyone was dancing and I felt old, at 18 something

You were sitting at the island, toasting with a Natty Light
While I raised my Diet Coke towards the candle wax splattered ceiling

Everyone drank and I felt old, at 18 something

You beamed your bandaid of a smile in my direction
While I locked my eyes with yours, silently accepting your first aid

And I felt old, at 18 something.