You might think it’s awful
As a sour apple
So baby pucker up and throw it away
You might think it’s no big deal
And now there’s nothing real
And that’s all that I’m saying
Tell me, if you might think it all but over
Tell me, If you’re considered gone for the summer
Don’t do me any favors
Besides they’re overrated
Just keep walkin on
In your parade
Carrying that big baton
Boy you’re really #1
But you’re goin the wrong way
Tell me, if you might think it all but over
Tell me, If you’re considered gone for the summer
Tell me, Before I burn this cigarette
And throw the ashes on the ground
You might think you’re somethin
But I think you’re nothin
Maybe we’re better off
Dividing a few things
And then when it’s over
And you’re much older
You might notice a couple things