I don't know how well this is going to be, but the basic idea is... I've been chasing carols with those scapegoat eyes Can't you realize, fuck the summertime, it's you So scared of overgrowing youth when it's not done with you And everybody gon' run, run Everybody gon' run, run And you can call it what you want, but I call it moving on And I'm so done with singing words I don't believe in no more So why you rushing for, who said it's now or never I think you're taking on the wrong advice But it's alright, if these are your worst times You know you're good, you're good And if you want, you can breathe on your own This isn't what I thought, but it's beautiful Make peace with your mistakes and they'll turn to gold Weightless, I look good And everybody gon' run, run Everybody gon' run, run And you can call it what you want, but I call it moving on And I'm so done with singing words I don't believe in no more No more You're good And No more Call it what you want, but I call it growing up and I'm done