I promise not to write, if you promise not to call

We were perfect in July, but autumn found our flaws

I see you by the tree, that you carved our names inside

We were perfect in the sun, in the winter we're a lie

But I will find you in my dreams

It's still July, for you and me, mmmmmm

The color leaves my face, when October comes

So far removed from June, laughing as we burn

I won't pretend to care, if you promise not to call

Cuz tears on August 1, are forgotten by the fall

And I will find you in my dreams

It's still July for you and me

I promise not to call, if you promise not to write

And find another tree, to carve our names inside

And fall for someone new, in the middle of July

We were perfect in the sun, the rest is just a lie