Holiday and [bad word] home 
I hope to see this boy I know 
I can't wait for us to be alone 
Flippin' through the radio 
We sing along to the indie show 
The songs they play mean more than I can say 

And the tape I made you,
Hope you think of me when it plays through 
I'm kinda sad now that it's done 
You think my time is for free 
In all the ways you say to me,
Sweet versions of "Let's wait and see" 

You're always a golden boy
And I'm the girl that you enjoy 
My parents say isn't he a gifted son 
Time is always passing by
But still I have to wonder why 
You [bad word] to tell me I'm the one 

Summer goes and we have grown 
We have our friends,
Live on our own 
Still I'm not the girl you want me to be 
Say gravity can bend the time,
Funny, I always liked your mind 
But this whole thing is [bad word] me 

But you're always a golden boy
And this girl's heart that you destroy 
You smile at me and then you have your fun 
Time is always passing by,
Still, I give you another try 
And hope that you will see that I'm the one 

You say you're scared to get too close  [bad word] let's see how it goes 
I see you now at the show,
The 7th in,
The 7th row 
Now you look at me 
And see what I've known for so long 
Sad that you could be so lovely and so wrong 

Came to say that I moved, 
I see your face you don't approve 
Guess you could say that I'm already gone

But you'll always be my golden boy 
And I'm the summer girl that you enjoy 
Some melodies are best left undone 

I feel the time pass away
But in my songs you will always stay 
I don't need you to tell me I'm the one 
I don't need you to tell me I'm the one 

You'll never know that I was the one