You waited for a week or so
To walk in to the fire, back into the show
This July air is thick enough to suffocate
You broke down on the side of the road
Your car was fine. Your heart, who knows?
These July nights are hot enough to incinerate
Maybe in Autumn?
Maybe you'll fall?
Maybe he's hoping you're hoping he'll call?
It's a little different tonight
It doesn't feel the same
You're a little distant this time
Darling, it's a shame
This is a July kind of love,
hotter than hell. Dear Lord above,
Why do summer flings last long enough to hurt?
Maybe in Winter?
Maybe next Spring?
Maybe he hopes you hope your phone rings?