It was the fourth of July, you and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks, that went off too soon, and I miss you in the June gloom too

In the truly gruesome do we trust, I will always land on you like a sucker punch

I can move mountains, I can work a miracle, work a miracle, oh, oh, I'll keep you like an oath, may nothing but death do us apart

And I'm trying to find my peace of mind behind these two white highway lines, when the city goes silent, the ringing in my ears gets violent

The kids are all wrong, the story’s all off, heavy metal broke my heart

My 9 to 5 is cutting open old scars, again and again till I'm stuck in your head

You're second hand smoke, second hand smoke, I breathe you in, but honey, I don't know what you're doing to me, mon chéri, but the truth catches up with us eventually

I wanna throw my hands in the air and scream, and I can just die laughing on your spiral of shame

And I still feel that rush in my veins, it twists my head just a bit to think all those people in those old photographs I've seen are dead

And live with me forever now, pull the blackout curtains down, just not for long, for long

Had my doubts but I let them out, you are the drought and I'm the holy water you have been without

And when you ask, you ask me how I’m doing, like you know, you know how much better off I am

Like a moth getting trapped in the light by fixation, truly free, love it, baby, I'm talking no inflation

I’m just a problem that doesn't want to be solved, so could you please hold your applause

She's in a long black coat tonight, waiting for me in the downpour outside

And all my thoughts of you, they could heat or cool the room, and no, don't tell me you cried, oh, honey, you don't have to lie

Don’t mind me, I’m just the son of a gun, so don’t stop, don't stop 'till your heart goes numb

Play it again and again and again, and you can get what you want but it's never enough

Us, we were only meant, to make you live again

And I slept in last night's clothes and tomorrow's dreams, but they're not quite what they seem