The grey seats between the black and the white
A view of those who've chose to see one side
What did you think those boys were all about
Too naive to see that it wasn't just your charm that made them let you come around
But don't be sad for me
I'm not the one who got let down

Fourth of July
Second vacation night
And we left alone
Besides the boys from home
That you packed up in your phone

The busses all passed
And my head ran so fast
But my feet stood so still

It wasn't hard to see how much you cared
We can blame the blind spots that left you unaware

What'd you think those boys were all about
Too naive to see that it wasn't just your charm that made them let you come around
The boys that you let choose the type of boys that would be good for you
They never loved you like I do

We let "Sorry About Tomorrow" play behind our best and worst times
I "made myself sick" while you talked to other guys
I almost left behind my clean spent time at carousel that summer night