Stuck in my teeth like the blood from a punch
I got Tylenol for breakfast, tequila for lunch
It's almost June but I'm still sleeping till noon everyday
All the lazy songs about ex-boyfriend shirts
And I really hate the cliche and it's dumb that they hurt
Like a colorful tattoo, well
It's almost June
They say
And something
You're drinking in the streets at night
And I'm here
Smoking topless in your truck
And I'll stay
Having no fun in the sun
I kinda hope that summer never comes
How's Venice be?
Are you still getting high?
Are you eating someone's peach while you're telling them lies?
Like, I love you too, honey
You're the only fruit for me
And so I fell
Drinking in the streets in London
And you'll be
On somebody's boat or something
And I'll stay
And I'll stay

Having no fun in the sun
I kinda hope that summer never comes
It's seasonal depression
But not the kind you're guessing
And I hate that it's so hard
I can still see you undressing
Oh, it's seasonal depression
But not the kind you're guessing
And it really sucks that some guys
Never have to learn their lesson
Cause I'm still with you
You're drinking in the streets in London
And you'll be
* on a roof or something
And I'll stay
Having no fun in the sun
I kinda hope that summer
I kinda hope that summer never comes