Stuck in the city and still not settled somehow
You like things better in their beginnings
And now you’ve got these big plans
Tell me I’m not left out
I’d rather suffer with you

And give in to the summertime blues

Lost in no paradise
Sunshine but it’s rain inside

We sleep in your bed but it’s broken
Held up by the books we don’t open
I think I could die here
If you let me

You’re seeing jet black, perfectly clouding the view
Your mind is a soundtrack, it's always singing the blues
But I see big dreams dancing around in your head
I’m right here dancing with you

Don’t give in to the summertime blues

We sleep in your bed but it’s broken
Held up by the books we don’t open