#1
I haven't posted on here in forever. These are meant to be song lyrics. You do mine, I'll do yours



Smell of summer's stench mixed with gasoline
The whole thing played out like a movie scene
It's just like in my dreams, yeah I am sure
A gleam in your eyes you say that "I am yours"
Take each other hands and we look around
The dashboard light shines and there isn't a sound
I'm growing up too fast
This future becomes past

Climb into the back and we start to move
Tearing up the seats in my 92
Earth wind and fire playing sets the mood
the summer smells strong and now we're nude
we're doing all the things we weren't supposed to do
setting off fires, this is all brand new
I'm growing up too fast
My past just will not last

This backseat is where it all started
Where youth is dearly departed
We're growing up too fast

Got the news and it shocked us right
That little blue sign seared through like a knife
We thought with just guesses we'd feel cursed
But knowing exactly just made it worse
We're yelling at each other and its time to choose
I wanna go backwards or at least not move
But we're growing up too fast
I really miss the past

This backseat is where it all started
Where youth is dearly departed
We're growing up too fast

Wake up in the dark and its 5 AM
Make ourselves feel like its all pretend
We go to the car and we really wake up
Drive slow on the road, we're behind a truck
No ones in the back seat anymore
In a few short hours that'll be for sure
We grew up too fast
I had to skip my past

This backseat is where it all started
Where youth is dearly departed
I grew up too fast



Thanks for reading
#2
I really, really, really enjoyed it because I could definitely see this as a song. It had a great flow lyrically and also in the story that you created. Another thing I liked about this was the story that you unfolded to us. I thought you hit upon a really unique topic that hasn't been beaten to death.

I'm sorry I couldn't be more helpful but I really didn't see anything that I would change about it. Great job!
here, My Dear, here it is
#4
Yeah sure, the first one if you feel like. It's my newest one. Thanks
here, My Dear, here it is
#5
fifth line, first verse, should it be "each other's hands" not "each other hands"?

This was a very well written song, flowed well, rhymed easily, i could hear a rhythm and melody in my head as i read it. Would like to hear a recording now, though