Might have never shared our space
But mine's a mess at any rate
From the window of your place we watched the driveways flood with rain
We were smoking on the porch
Speaking at length of both our flaws
Turns out a photographic memory's a little more than I bargained for

Deep breaths now, on the way to your house
I'm sick of my head always talking my heart down
And we are in the lounge, and I'm confessing on your couch
I think I fucked it up tonight
It's still remarkable how time flies in July

Time flies in July

Certain things inside our heads are always better left unsaid
And I don't know any better, maybe this is one of them
My friends are getting on with life
They've got houses, they've got wives
Can't help but feel I'm left behind
Trying to stay the fuck alive

Deep breaths now, on the way to your house
I'm sick of my head always talking my heart down
And we are in the lounge, and I'm confessing on your couch
I think I fucked it up tonight
It's still remarkable how time flies in July

Maybe I'm the villain after all
Maybe I'm the villain after all
Time flies in July
Maybe I'm the villain after all
Time flies in July
Maybe I'm the villain after all

Deep breaths now
Deep breaths now

Deep breaths now, on the way to your house
I'm sick of my head always talking my heart down
And we are in the lounge, and I'm confessing on your couch
I think I fucked it up tonight
It's still remarkable how time flies in July

Time flies in July
Maybe I'm the villain after all