Act like you know me, but you never will There’s ...

 Is it over?
Lost you in the summer two years ago

 I’m seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure
Nobody but you, ‘body but me,

 See, whoa, c’est la vie
Maybe something’s wrong with me
But, whoa, at least I am free, I am free

 I'm loving the colorway
Surrounding your colored eyes

 Girl, you're the one
I want to want me

 Let's put it into motion
I'mma give you a promotion

 My Słowianie wiemy, jak użyć mowy ciała,
wiemy, jak poruszasz tym, co mama w genach dała.

 Tak, również punk-rock jest sztuką, a nie ma sztuki dla leniwych.

 She talking and walking just to work you up
She’d die for your love

 As long as you love me
We could be starving,
We could be homeless,