Always Letting Go

Swinging back my drink, staring back at the ground
at my best friends house party, where i'm surrounded
by strangers with ill desires of getting laid (WOO!)
straight from the bottle to the beggar's masquerade

We were only kids, both sixteen and naive
Although now, i'm almost seventeen, but I still feel like we've
Grown up and pulled apart all the ropes that anchored us down
to the bottom of the ocean, where outsiders watched us drown

And I
Always Let go
Of the things
I hold closest to me

and you were on of those things