Lyrics:

Blue-

Blue jeans, white shirt (Yeah)
Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, huh
For sure
This fresh to death and I'm ah-ah-ah oh, oh, yeah
You grow up on punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater, yeah
And I know that love is mean (Oh-oh)
Uh-uh

Sunday morning, rain is falling (what?)
yeah
Whoa-ah
Yeah, yeah
*pain*
Things just get so crazy, living life is hard to do
Sunday morning, rain is falling

??????
What is life anymore