“It just got warm out, this this shit I've been warned about

I hope that it storm in the morning, I hope that it's pouring out

I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks

And I ponder what's worse between knowing it's over and dying first

'Cause everybody dies in the summer

Wanna say ya goodbyes, tell them while it's spring

I heard everybody's dying in the summer, so pray to God for a little more spring

I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too

If you was there, then we just knew you'd care, too”