Do you remember the Fourth of July
you asked “you OK?”
I said “I’m fine”
you didn’t believe me but it wasn’t a lie
I see you question it the fear in your eye
when you catch a glimpse of demons in mine
But I promise you darling it’s really alright
they just come round at night they’re old friends of mine

And you worry the load that I carry and that one day I might just be buried
like atlas the world on his shoulders
An impossible burden this boulder
But the crush of the world can’t compare
to the weight of your eyes on me when you stare
Searching my soul for something to hold
To pull at the gravity
To ease the depravity

But if ever they offered more
I've taken it though I was sore  
Till my muscles and sinews all roar  
At the demons and monsters I’ve bore
For the less fortunate souls
who couldn’t uphold
The trials so bold
If left all alone
So I added their baggage and skeleton bones
To the base of my miserable throne