Summer styles are here again
You’re finding out the Beatles are not your friend

I wanted to tell you, oh
Before it all fell through
I really really wanted to tell

I shouldn’t have said what I said and instead
I shoulda wrote a letter
Can you help me out now

Back in status symbol land
You’re finding out Chris Weisman is not your friend

I ran into Rimbaud, oh whoa
In formalist limbo
He told me that I look like hell
I wanna hold the hand of the brand
I shouldn’t have done what I did but I did
And I’d do it in a second
If I had the opportunity to do it again

Summer styles are closing in
You’re finding out that 2nd Grade’s not your friend