Why do you want to sit with me

In the rain

On the Fourth of July

And tell me I’m wonderful

ask questions about my life

and my heart

With a barely there fire

fireworks too soggy to light

You’re the first man I trust

You listen and make me feel that maybe

I’ll be alright

Under dark dripping trees

voices echo across the holiday lake

So why do you get angry over matching shirts

during a European summer

I was lead to believe we were close

That we could be lost together in ancient ruins in northern Spain

It’s no longer like the Fourth of July