Teenage Sacrifice

James Dean, I won't believe you if you can't pick up your attack 19, I wanna leave you but I only packed one bag Talked on a Tuesday I left you on Sunday Now you want me back I'll call on your birthday Text you from backstage Smalltown odds are stacked Hey, just give me space Please don't make me say it's not gonna be alright Please don't throw me shade My hair's not made of snakes We are teenage sacrifice We are teenage sacrifice We are teenage sacrifice We are teenage sacrifice Ice cream, summer in Jersey Miss you just like that Blue jeans, lips stained with Hershey's Our last kiss fell flat You called on a Tuesday Forgot until Friday Hope you don't want me back You talk about "someday," maybe there's some way I can't think like that Hey, just give me space Please don't make me say it's not gonna be alright Please don't throw me shade My hair's not made of snakes We are teenage sacrifice We are teenage sacrifice I did it, that's right We are teenage sacrifice I did it, that's right We are teenage sacrifice I did it, that's right We are teenage sacrifice I did it, that's right We are teenage sacrifice We are teenage sacrifice