Goodbye july
Hate to see you go
So fast that I
Got a bloody nose
But the tide
Was in harmony

Goodbye to you
My rambling man
I called the truce
With my right hand
And the worst
Is I can understand

Call it off before
You can see the end
Just to tell your story
With paper and pen
But the words all sound reused
When the hurt is a pain you choose
It’s a curse that I don’t need
I don’t need nothing from you

So goodbye july
Hate to see you go
But you lit a fire
Now I know

I know, I know
I know, I know
I know I know
I know what’s best for me