I remember a beautiful girl standing right beside me.
Crowds, they gathered on east river banks.
The sun is slowly dying on the 4th of July, fireworks in the sky.

Cheers that rose, a thunderous roar, a thousand faceless strangers,
the father handed me drink to wash down, just to take edge off.
And the flash, it went off, but the memory's lost of a happier time.

That photograph's not burnt away 'cause the memory, it is killing me.
And our war was lost on common ground, but the enemy,
he was always me.

So, I raced my way down Baxter Street, I couldn't wait to find you
and taste the absinth on your mouth. The heavens started raining.
I was terrified to lay down by your side in a bed that had
never been mine.

I should have said that this was real, but my head and
my youth fear reality. So, now happiness is lost on me.
It's a joke I don't get, but I'm starting to see.

That bridge was burned straight back to me. Soon I'll drink it away,
erase this memory. And our war was lost on common ground.
And I'm sorry to be your favorite enemy.