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.