Summer styles are here again You’re finding out the Beatles are not your friend I wanted to tell you, oh Before it all fell through I really really wanted to tell I shouldn’t have said what I said and instead I shoulda wrote a letter Can you help me out now Back in status symbol land You’re finding out Chris Weisman is not your friend I ran into Rimbaud, oh whoa In formalist limbo He told me that I look like hell I wanna hold the hand of the brand I shouldn’t have done what I did but I did And I’d do it in a second If I had the opportunity to do it again Summer styles are closing in You’re finding out that 2nd Grade’s not your friend