I would watch them as they took your heart and threw it to the floor.
And the summer isn't over until you are the one that I adore.
But that's not what I want from you. I'm jaded to the bones, the blood, and the guts.
Tell me something, please don't mean it.
I'm leaving here today and I'm never coming back.

And I don't stand a chance in this town of broken hearts, town of broken dreams.
And I don't stand a chance in this where I lost my love of everything.

In my bedroom I can sit there writing songs that I don't care about and songs I wish I never wrote.
In my bedroom and I can sit there writing songs about how I won't ever grow up.
You said you couldn't say goodbye, but I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't stay here anymore.
Say you love me, please don't mean it.
I'm leaving here today and I'm never coming back.

And I don't stand a chance in this place where I grew up, it left me feeling cold.
And I don't stand a chance in this town I know I've gotta leave for sure.

When I was fourteen I would write angry poetry.
It made a lot of sense to me, it made a lot of sense to me.
But now I'm twenty-two and I've got nothing to say to anyone anymore.
What ever happened to the days when punk rock took me by my collar and dragged me to the floor?
Well I suppose that was fine back then, but it doesn't matter anymore.

And I don't stand a chance in this town of broken hearts, town of broken dreams.
And I don't stand a chance in this where I lost my love of everything.