Goodbye, July Hate to see you go So fast that I Got a bloody nose But the tide Was in harmony Goodbye, 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, I know I know what's best, what's best for me