You hung in the air like a battered piñata 
and I left the room like a fallen debutante. 
I was counting moments like guests out the door 
of a party I've never thrown before. 

If you see a race that can't be won 
why would turn to me and ask me [bad word]  
I'm still a broken record playing it'll all turn out right, 
while these pins and balloons have me pining on the inside. 

Summer's gonna burn me so are you. 
No one's got a bandaid to hide this wound. 
Summer's gonna burn me so are you. 
Someone's gonna burn me? So? 

La ti da La ti da... 

I'll write the ending to this story 
'cause stuck in the middle is oh so boring. 
I surrender not in the name of defeat. 
I surrender as somebody choosing to see that... 

Summer's gonna burn me so are you. 
No one's got a bandaid to hide this wound. 
Summer's gonna burn me so are you. 
Someone's gonna burn me? So? 

Yeah I know you, you know me, and we know where it hurts 
I know you, you know me, and we know where it hurts. 
I know, I know. You know, you know. 
You know where it hurts. 

Summer's gonna burn me so are you. 
No one's got a bandaid to hide this wound. 
Summer's gonna burn me so are you. 
Someone's gonna burn me? So?