(Verse 1)
Winter didn't even seem as cold has the harsh spring after,
No herbs found on the ground to busy being inhaled by the laughter,
Of a few obnoxious kids, as there witty brains whizzed.
My mistake was kissing the lips,
Of a jersey boy with no sense of it.
The damage he made,
Was as worst as the damage of the park walls.
So lets clean it up, just to watch em fall.
(Chorus)
Like our youth,
Like our spirits,
The feeling of love has no healing for it,
We'll believe what we want
Just to later remember,
All along what we wanted didn't make things better,
So we'll cry to our mothers,
And play our guitars,
Cause summer romances always leave scars,
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