every july
green meets blue
color of the ocean
the way i motioned
how i laid
looked at the ocean
for a notion
how we played in rotation
in a commotion
a witches potion couldn't stomp
i was so wrong
i wish i didn't prolong
i wish i didn't fall
i wish when i had called
there was a sincere response
instead of lying with some john
instead of lying to me all along
when the song played
and as you threw the ball
down the hall
you yawned
said, “this is fun”
i looked back
but you can't outrun
when they have the gun