feeling childishWhen you draw tattoos on my forearmPop bubblegum

first loved you at summer campFeel my skeleton, can

friends call me a loser 'cause I'm still hanging

Keys:* = Unconfirmed Title˄ = Rumored song, unknown whether it's real

has a tramp stampA voice as soft as a

with the devil, go ahead run freeRun with the

know I'm impatientBite your tongue or I'll do it

is so cuteYou guys are so sweetOkay, now we

fine, it's coolYou can say that we are nothing,

fine, it's coolYou can say that we are nothing, but

it on the internetWheels turning in my headThink back

sixFive, six, seven, could be the one, or

we go again, everything is fineI guess we could

oh Lacy, skin like puff pastryAren't you the sweetest

broke up on a TuesdayKicked me out with the

da-da-da, da-da-la, la-da-da-da-daLa, da-da-da, I told you how

know what they say, "Never waste a Friday night

this wrong or is it wrong?Spare me those sorrow

this is the happiest I'll ever beI hope that

friends call me a loser'Cause I'm still hanging aroundI've