You're the cigarette that I still taste In the morning And I don't know how much more I can take I still want it We were underneath the interstate When I felt it I was only born to make mistakes I can't help it Let me come by and pick you up Your tattoed heart is all I want Your cocaine kiss tastes like northern Your like driving without the lights Three months so strong our paradise Baby I can be your backseat-lover You can be my fucked up summer Summer You can be my fucked up summer Summer You can be my fucked up summer You can be my fucked up Summer, summer You can be my fucked up summer Summer