Strawberry shortcake makes me think of you cause I know you hate that shit I'll eat it every night until I puke It's like the old movies with James Dean we watched when we were kids Just aren't doing the same thing for you Now I'm trading in my sunburnt knees For cargo shorts and skinny jeans This year, I won't let you get to me I wanna jump through the flames of the fireworks we set off in your driveway Just to feel the burning on my skin again I wanna be the one who's covered in your warpaint Driving 65 on route 13 again