They've got no right to tell me that my teenage dream has ended
You can take it from my cold dead hands
Isn't that the goal anyway?
To die holding something you love
I can be your summer boy
Carve your name into my arm
Look at me and tell me
Everything is gonna be alright
And don't we all wanna be just so individualistic
We become like everyone else
But you and me baby, our souls are in sync
They're doing some sloppy slow dance as the world burns below
And I can be your summer girl
Tell me lies
And everything is gonna be alright
And I can be your summer love
Carve your name into my arm
Lie to me and tell me
And everything is gonna be alright