we met on the fourth of july
and you were so fly
and i was so white
and that first rhyme was so white
(i know)
but we stayed up all night
just looking at the stars trying to find constellations
and i looked it up later and we got them all wrong
and to be honest we didn't meet on the fourth of july

it's only may
and i see you every tuesday
and i see you every thursday
and we talk and we laugh
and i never look back
on our conversations and feel anxious
like i do with everyone else
and to be honest it's june and not may

you're leaving for college in only a month
and i'm only a junior and that really *****
and we're on the same wavelength and we have the same tastes
and really i just oh my god i really like your face
and you got accepted to my top choice college
but you're going to somewhere in florida instead
and to be honest you're leaving in much sooner than a month

and i won't meet anyone on the fourth of july
i'll stare at the stars and wonder why
though i don't feel anxious or weird talking to you
i still couldn't get up the courage to go through
with saying anything to your face, your really nice face
that would smile and laugh while we tried to find constellations
and to be honest i'll meet someone on the fourth of july
but it will only be hercules, high in the sky