Let me come and see your parallel universe. Let me see the place where they split us up at birth. Let me come and see what could have been, if I had done it sober and you had played it clean. 'Cause this summer I vow to stay in school, sit tight, write and play by the rules. Lots of rest and study and saving money: I get to see how the other half lives. Two possible worlds collide because I'm so sick of what's on this side. It's getting boring. I'll change myself and hide because I'm so sick of what's on this side. It's getting boring. Each and every night I want to be with you, but each and every day, I actually want to be you. Maybe if I hadn't stayed up one night once when I was young things might then have turned out right. 'Cause this summer I vow to stay at home, sit tight, write and work on my own. Lots of rest and study and saving money: I get to see how the other half lives. Two possible worlds collide because I'm so sick of what's on this side. It's getting boring. I'll change myself and hide because I'm so sick of what's on this side. It's getting boring.