Not Read For 17

[Intro] [Instrumental intro: Clean electric guitar arpeggio, joined by steady drum b**t and melodic bass line. Builds slightly in intensity.] [Verse 1] Sitting alone in my room I'm bored and tired way too soon Another verse nobody knows Just sitting here so lonely Tryna write a song I doubt I'll make it big Maybe family and friends will be all that hear my music [Chorus] Doubt I'll make it big I'm not ready for responsibility Driving, working... Can I do this..? I'm writing a song because I wanna be free Oh, I'm just not ready for seventeen No, I'm not ready for seventeen [Verse 2] I stay up late writing a song Just throwing in some random shit and hoping it'll turn out fine The chords feel wrong, the words feel weak Is this the future that I seek? Or just wasting precious time? The pressure builds, a silent hum Of everything that's yet to come Am I fine? Am I fine? (I'm not fine, I'm not fine) [Chorus] 'Cause I'm not ready for responsibility Driving, working... I don’t know if I can do this I'm writing a song because I wanna be free Oh, I'm just not ready for seventeen No, I'm not ready for seventeen [Bridge] Days go slow and years go fast Trying to hold on, make the feeling last But the calendar flips, a relentless chase Leaving childhood in its place Days go slow and years go fast I'm not ready for seventeen I'm not ready for responsibility [pre-chorus Guitar Solo Energetic, slightly distorted electric guitar solo over driving drums and bass. Cathartic and melodic, maybe a little messy/raw.] [Chorus] [chorus is More intense, full band: heavier drums, distorted guitars, prominent bass] I'm not ready for responsibility! Driving, working... I can't do this I'm writing this song 'cause I wanna be free Oh, I'm just not ready for seventeen No, I'm not ready for seventeen I'm not ready! I'm Not prepared for seventeen! [Outro] [Instrumental outro: Band hits a final chord together, then drops out leaving just the clean guitar arpeggio from the intro, maybe slightly slower. Fades out slowly. Last few notes h**g in the air.] [outro Quietly, almost spoken, fading] I'm not ready for 17