Everything you wanted in your life
Has happened to you now
But you're standing in the courtyard
Mourning new lost friends
Whose lives were cut short before the summer's end
And the boy you want so bad is sitting courtside with miss everything you hate
And it shapes the way you look at men
And you're bothered by the weight of having to pretend
That it's still summer, but it's not summer

Eighteen years
Chained to my fears
In too deep, losing sleep
Tragedies reminding me of why I'm losing sleep
I'm in too deep
I give up, I give up, talk to me
I give up, I give up, talk to me

Every boy you seem to trust, loves to let you down
There always standing on the edge of what makes sense
Like he's tryna focus frame with a dirty lens
And he doesn't ever let you live it down, the way you give it up
So you fill your time with curtain calls
And you know his skin's harder than a nipple
Not like the summer, not like the summer

Eighteen years
Chained to my fears
In too deep, losing sleep
Tragedies reminding me of why I'm losing sleep
I'm in too deep
I give up, I give up, talk to me
I give up, I give up, talk to me

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): George William Lewis