First of July

I opened up your letter,
You told me you don’t love me,
Don’t you think it’s better you tell me to my face?
Was I wrong to think about the heaven that you brought me?
Was I wrong to see you as the apple of my eye?
I don’t feel particularly good.
Don’t worry about me I’ll get by.
That was the last day of June,
And this is the First of July.

You don’t have to pity me,
It’s something I don’t need.
The signs were clearly written,
I just didn’t pay the heed.
Was I wrong to let you go without another fight?
And was I wrong to think I won’t be missing you tonight?
I don’t feel particularly good.
Don’t you worry about me I’ll be fine.
That was the last day of June.
This is the first of July.

They say that time has got a funny way of healing,
Right now that’s the only consolation I can find,
You might find another guy and break his heart tomorrow,
And I might find the peace of mind that gets me through the day,
I don’t feel particularly good, no.
But don’t worry about me I’ll get by,
That was the last day of June,
This is the first of July,
This is the first of July,
This is the first of July.