Heart attacks were made for summer
And I'm hummin' like hell
Fated to remember another
But too faded to tell
Arm yourself
With the rhythm of a runner
When you feel not alone
But a little lonesome
Arm yourself
Like a pigeon in the gutter
When you feel alone
But not a loner
Faded all December
And I'm feeling like hell
You and me are ghosts that don't remember
It's not ringing a bell
Haunt yourself
With the vision of another
When you feel
All along
A little wholesome
Calm yourself
Like a medicated mother
When you feel
All alone
And a little loathsome
Arm yourself like a rebel and a gunner
When you feel not alone
But a little lonesome
Arm yourself with the symbol of a stunner
When you feel
When you feel alone
But not a loner
Not alone