Summer days I left my mind unmade

Im afraid of the newborn marmalade

It's gotta go with the space and the shade and the whole lemonade stand I guess

Summer days I want you to look away

I'm ashamed of the dirty looks I gave

I gotta go on my own separate way

And I'll stop misbehaving I guess

By the lake that you push me into

By the change I've been broken in two

By the look that you gave on a Tuesday

I'll stop when I'm changing again

And I don't want to cry much anymore

Not much anymore

I'd rather stay at home and keep on waiting by the phone until the tone turns to a drone your voice gets all monotone

Yet I don't want to try not much anymore I know

Oh my god I can't seem to want to help myself god no

Will I ever be the same old kid as before

Oh my god I cant seem to know what I felt

I know I wont ever be catching up in the score

Pretty girls and prettier dresses and living room concert sets and

My face is covered by your tights

Certain skills I posses said were a gift from God but a burden of hell

At least I can help you get properly undressed

Yet I don't want to try not much anymore I know

Oh my god I can't seem to want to help myself god no

Will I ever be the same old kid as before

Oh my god I cant seem to know what I felt

I just cant seem to be keeping track of the score

But I don't want to cry

But don't you want to try?