The grey seats between the black and the white

A view of those who choose to see one side

And 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 we're 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

And the busses all passed and I should have kept the focus on me

You're not the only one who's not so not naive