You shiver in your prom dress I wish we drove here with my friends 'Cause yours bore me to death We broke up last week 'cause of my ex I'm saying I'm sorry, I'm saying it softly Maybe I'm saying I'm sorry wasn't ever enough You're grinding up on me, caressing me softly Maybe we graduate and I don't ever see you at all Fuck growing up, I don't wanna do that shit Fuck growing up, I don't wanna do that shit We all just wanna party Fuck growing up, I wanna go out with a bang Bang, bang on the window pane With your PT Cruiser in the rain When a cop pulls up with his flashlight, yelling out Why are y'all parked in this cul-de-sac? Uh, excuse me, but I guess I didn't realize It's a developing neighborhood, okay, I lied But it's Prom Night and instead of going to a party I wanted to get naughty in a car my momma bought me Bought me, bought me That ain't the only thing she bought me She's getting married and she's moving to Los Osos But I gotta stay in Bakersfield, I started selling snow cones And you'd pick me up at 9, I'd still be counting money And you'd look over in time to see my phone start ringing Andrés, are you serious? I thought you stopped talking to her I'm saying I'm sorry, I'm saying it loudly Maybe I'm saying I'm sorry isn't ever enough You're crying up on me, hitting me softly Maybe we graduate and I don't ever see you at all Fuck growing up, I don't wanna do that shit Fuck growing up, I don't wanna do that shit We all just wanna party Fuck growing up, I wanna go out with a bang Bang Bang, bang One bud in my left, one in your right Yeah, that's how we would share my iPod on summer nights I studied your sickness every night Thinking I'd grow up to be the one who'd watch you So before we grow up and we have to start doing our taxes Before we get off of our parents' insurance Before we eventually realize that you wouldn't be able to stand what I do for a living And I don't wanna get married in my twenties Before you throw me away in a bargain bin for all of the shit that I did I'm growing up I'm growing up Ayy Yes, sir Fuck growing up, I don't wanna do that shit Fuck growing up, I don't wanna do that shit We all just wanna party Fuck growing up, I wanna go out with a bang Fuck growing up, I don't wanna do that shit Fuck growing up, I don't wanna do that shit We all just wanna party Fuck growing up, I wanna go out with a bang I'm saying I'm sorry for the last time I know that saying I'm sorry was never enough I heard your cousin moved to Portland Maybe we graduate and I don't ever see you at all