(One, two, one, two, three, four) ♪ I don't speak like I should I say stupid things to you I can't feel my body like I used to Climbing up the walls, it feels Like I've always been one who Waits for something good to Tell myself it's real, it's real But, oh, I'm resentful but content I'm so married to the way that I feel But how am I supposed to feel? I don't like this summer Every time I hold a baby cries Could I be different all together? Next time, I'll be better ♪ I don't hear what I should I see only make-believe Stories with bad endings where the savior leaves Don't leave But, oh, I'm just someone wasting time I'm so married to the way that it feels But how is it supposed to feel? I don't like this summer Every time I hold a baby cries Could I be different all together? Next time, I'll be better ♪ I don't like this summer Every time I hold a baby cries Could I be different all together? Next time, I'll be better Next time, I'll be better