All
the cheerleaders got telex
It is the end of the summer
I drive my Ford around your mom's place
But you don't hear there it's a bomber
We're at the age when everybody leaves
That feel like a kid who don't wanna sleep
I like to pretend we're out in the dark
We lost all our friends drunk in the park
I remember that July night
The smell of honeysuckle blossom
Crashing parties on the west side
With all my friends and it is awesome
You
used to see me for the one I was A weird and freakish little punk
I feel like dying I just get so lost If I don't have any fun
But I'm in the bar
and I'm here on my own The factory girls are shining like gold
I'm missing so badly how you made me feel
Dreams might be fake
but this one seems real
