July - Jeremy Warmsley

Can’t quite believe this is happening

Dragging the sweat out my hair

Air is still now

Sun it beats down

So surprisingly easy

Out of the maze and alive

Worth the toiling

But my blood is boiling

Pretty sure that you love me

Pretty sure that you like me

Pretty sure we can take it

Pretty sure we’re gonna make it

We’re gonna make it, yeah

Moon melts into the water

I’m melting into my car

Harsh words spoken

Something’s broken

Door swings open on the motorway

CDrs glitter in the warm air

Nerves are jangled

Headphones tangled

Pretty sure that you love me

Not quite so sure that that you like me

Not sure that I can take it

Pretty sure we’re gonna make it

We’re gonna make it, yeah

Everything’s fine

Everything’s fine and it’s under control

Everything’s fine

Don’t feel like myself, thank God!