As soon as the morning hits, it's summer And the lists we make are getting longer I don't want to be a bummer in these darker times Next Tuesday you're leaving and it's bringing me down I think you are such a pal Let's get ice cream, let's go somewhere with no parking lots Who will tell me what the hell is going on? This afternoon I feel frozen, in my target bathing suit And I can't take nothing away from you Lately I've been dressing a bit more normal But still act mad weird like I've been all these years Hey things don't feel as personal as they used to (it's true) "What am I doing here?" is right What gives me the right? I should just be paying less attention to the lights, and the cameras And the action in my phone Yeah, who's going to tell me what the hell is going on? What's up with you? You tell me in the darkest part of the room And I can't sleep; I can't feel my heartbeat in the loop When I'm falling where I'm falling, am I destined to? Yeah I want to find the only road that's more of the truth Is it with or without you?