Stuck in my teeth like the blood from a punchI got Tylenol for breakfast, tequila for lunchIt's almost June but I'm still sleeping till noon everydayAll the lazy songs about ex-boyfriend shirtsAnd I really hate the cliche and it's dumb that they hurtLike a colorful tattoo, wellIt's almost JuneThey sayAnd somethingYou're drinking in the streets at nightAnd I'm hereSmoking topless in your truckAnd I'll stayHaving no fun in the sunI kinda hope that summer never comesHow'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, honeyYou're the only fruit for meAnd so I fellDrinking in the streets in LondonAnd you'll beOn somebody's boat or somethingAnd I'll stayAnd I'll stayHaving no fun in the sunI kinda hope that summer never comesIt's seasonal depressionBut not the kind you're guessingAnd I hate that it's so hardI can still see you undressingOh, it's seasonal depressionBut not the kind you're guessingAnd it really sucks that some guysNever have to learn their lessonCause I'm still with youYou're drinking in the streets in LondonAnd you'll be* on a roof or somethingAnd I'll stayHaving no fun in the sunI kinda hope that summerI kinda hope that summer never comes