Late July

You met me on a Saturday night in late July

When I could believe in you, and you me

And I could fly, every time your blue eyes would look my way

But you had your doubts, and I had my chances

And I don't ask why, but I could barely stand it

'Cause I was someone else

I was breaking promises to myself

I was yours, for a little while

Or so I thought, or so I thought