close the door and leave me inside
i'll miss the fireworks burning in those eyes
remember the songs that we use to sing..
come august i'll still be singing:

(but) don't be the one, don't be the one
to fall out of line..

watch the blue roses fall from your hand
remember summer when we all had second chances
some day you'll see.. that come summer..
i'll still be singing..

don't be the one, don't be the one
to fall out of line..
don't be the one, don't be the one
to say goodbye..

i gotta get out of here..
[it's been so long since i've ever had an option..]
[[so cold]]
i've gotta get out of here...
[it's been so long since i've ever had an option..]

..someday these scrible lines will be straight
conversations will never bare your name..
some day you'll see.. come summer..
i bet you'll still be singing:

don't be the one, dont be the one
to fall out of line
don't be the one, don't be the one
to say goodbye!

i gotta get out of here..
[it's been so long since i've ever had an option..]
i gotta get out of here,
i've gotta get out of here!

it's what you've wanted!
i gotta get out of here..
[so cold]
i gotta get out of here..ooooo