Nineteen

We knew that confetti filled balloons were a bad idea

We bought them anyway, still find the glitter in my shoes to this day

And we said that inviting friends of friends was a bad idea

we told them anyway, still hear the stories to this day

You only turn 19 once, the perfect age to get away with ill-timed stunts

We'll call everybody that we know

And we'll fall into territories unknown

If all goes horribly wrong we'll just go

And if I get sent to bed before the high

Please try, keep me awake until midnight