My pretty blue

We had a past before I came for you

Ain't much of a home back then, yeah

School breaks for the summer (School breaks for the summer)

My leather seat (Ah)

Heard Strawberry Swings for the first time

We never made a sound

But your mom made a sinner

Oh, you're make believe

Oh, sweet tangerine

I can't believe I believed in a lie

I've jumped this gun of mine

What the fuck made you so special? Extra crowded

Lash out, I let you feed me blind

And it's not all bad

At least you showed me that

In whatever we had

Two hands up like a preacher

And it was ride or die

But you're dyin' to leave

Oh, you're make believe

Oh, sweet tangerine