Dumb, young and trying to fall in love with a six-pack of Coke Getting warm in a cluttered trunk
Burnt out on melodrama and teenage bitterness that I need to let go of
Sucking summer off each others’ fingers
Windows down all showing the world we don’t care

Christine doesn’t seem to mind that all of my songs are about dying and suicide
Sometimes I don’t think I mind when she yells at my friends, I wanna yell at my friends sometimes
Sticking flowers in each others’ hair
All making out, all showing the world we don’t care
And I know that every moment’s fleeting
I know I have too many feelings

But when the seasons change
When I’m turning grey
And waves turn to rain
And everything’s a pain
I’ll laugh ‘cause you know you don’t care

Sometimes the only songs I like are about dying young, having bad days, and suicide