It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
Going off too soon
It all ends up in the jungle too
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
I said Iâd never miss you
But I guess youâll never know when the pages are all burned
Going way back home on the fourth of July
Iâll be as honest as youâll let me
Iâm just your early morning company
If you get me
You are my favorite what if
You are my best Iâll never know
Iâm fighting to forgive
Just what summer ever meant to you
What did it ever mean to you?
Iâm sorry I didnât mean any of it
I just got too lonely
In between being wrong and being right
You were my Versailles at night
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
Going off too soon
It all ends up in the jungle too
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
I said Iâd never miss you
But I guess youâll never know when the pages are all burned
Going way back home on the fourth of July
No, weâre not the the finest persons no we don't stop
Again and again till Iâm stuck in your head
Head my God don't stop it
Never mind I'll be drowned
And Iâm the holy water
And all my thoughts of you
They could be all through the room
And now, donât tell me youâre crying
Honey, you donât have to lie
Iâm sorry I didnât mean any of it
I just got too lonely
In between being wrong and being right
You were my Versailles at night
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
Going off too soon
It all ends up in the jungle too
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
I said Iâd never miss you
But I guess youâll never know when the pages are all burned
Going way back home on the fourth of July
I wish Iâd known how much you loved me
I wish I cared enough to know
Iâm sorry every songâs about you
The torture of small talk with someone you used to love
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
Going off too soon
It all ends up in the jungle too
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
I said Iâd never miss you
But I guess youâll never know when the pages are all burned
Going way back home on the fourth of July