You shiver in your prom dress
I wish we drove here with my friends
'Cause yours bore me to death
We broke up last week 'cause of my ex

I'm saying I'm sorry, I'm saying it softly
Maybe I'm saying I'm sorry wasn't ever enough
You're grinding up on me, caressing me softly
Maybe we graduate and I don't ever see you at all

Fuck growing up, I don't wanna do that shit
Fuck growing up, I don't wanna do that shit
We all just wanna party
Fuck growing up, I wanna go out with a bang

Bang, bang on the window pane
With your PT Cruiser in the rain
When a cop pulls up with his flashlight, yelling out
Why are y'all parked in this cul-de-sac?
Uh, excuse me, but I guess I didn't realize
It's a developing neighborhood, okay, I lied
But it's Prom Night and instead of going to a party
I wanted to get naughty in a car my momma bought me
Bought me, bought me
That ain't the only thing she bought me
She's getting married and she's moving to Los Osos
But I gotta stay in Bakersfield, I started selling snow cones
And you'd pick me up at 9, I'd still be counting money
And you'd look over in time to see my phone start ringing

Andrés, are you serious?
I thought you stopped talking to her

I'm saying I'm sorry, I'm saying it loudly
Maybe I'm saying I'm sorry isn't ever enough
You're crying up on me, hitting me softly
Maybe we graduate and I don't ever see you at all

Fuck growing up, I don't wanna do that shit
Fuck growing up, I don't wanna do that shit
We all just wanna party
Fuck growing up, I wanna go out with a bang
Bang
Bang, bang

One bud in my left, one in your right
Yeah, that's how we would share my iPod on summer nights
I studied your sickness every night
Thinking I'd grow up to be the one who'd watch you
So before we grow up and we have to start doing our taxes
Before we get off of our parents' insurance
Before we eventually realize that you wouldn't be able to stand what I do for a living
And I don't wanna get married in my twenties
Before you throw me away in a bargain bin for all of the shit that I did
I'm growing up
I'm growing up
Ayy
Yes, sir

Fuck growing up, I don't wanna do that shit
Fuck growing up, I don't wanna do that shit
We all just wanna party
Fuck growing up, I wanna go out with a bang
Fuck growing up, I don't wanna do that shit
Fuck growing up, I don't wanna do that shit
We all just wanna party
Fuck growing up, I wanna go out with a bang

I'm saying I'm sorry for the last time
I know that saying I'm sorry was never enough
I heard your cousin moved to Portland
Maybe we graduate and I don't ever see you at all