The grey seats between the black and the white A view of those who choose to see one side And 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 You always say that we're the same Our difference is you never change Fourth of July and I felt so alive and dead at the same time With you yet so alone And the busses all passed and I should have kept the focus on me You're not the only one who's not so not naive