The grey seats between the black and the white
A view of those who've chose to see one side
What did you think those boys were all about
Too naive to see that it wasn't just your charm that made them let you come around
But don't be sad for me
I'm not the one who got let down
Fourth of July
Second vacation night
And we left alone
Besides the boys from home
That you packed up in your phone
The busses all passed
And my head ran so fast
But my feet stood so still
It wasn't hard to see how much you cared
We can blame the blind spots that left you unaware
What'd you think those boys were all about
Too naive to see that it wasn't just your charm that made them let you come around
The boys that you let choose the type of boys that would be good for you
They never loved you like I do
We let "Sorry About Tomorrow" play behind our best and worst times
I "made myself sick" while you talked to other guys
I almost left behind my clean spent time at carousel that summer night
You always say that were the same
Our difference is you never change
Fourth of July and I felt so alive and dead at the same time
With you yet so alone
The busses and I should have kept the focus on me
You're not the only one who's not so not naive
