Flicker

Christmas lights hung up outside Middle of the day Middle of July Don't ask me why 'Cause holidays are best that way In time you please Hang up lights on ceiling fans And hang them up on trees And watch them flicker Watch them flash Get used to the fact That she's not coming back You've gone out of style And there's no Christmas in July You've gone out of style And there's no Christmas in July And since she's gone the world goes on And you, you still exist You're surprised you realize That no one gives a shit About your bad T.V. reception Or your broken heart Sit down in your favorite chair And suffer in the dark And watch them flicker Watch them flash Get used to the fact That she's not coming back You've gone out of style And there's no Christmas in July You've gone out of style And there's no Christmas in July You've gone out of style And there's no Christmas in July You've gone out of style And there's no Christmas in July You've gone out You've gone out You've gone out You've gone out of style Solo She's gone away You think that you might die But you're a strong boy you'll survive You sit around and contemplate The things that you might say If she calls, She's never gonna call She's gone away You think that you might die But you're a strong boy you'll survive You sit around and contemplate The things that you might say If she calls, She's never gonna call She's gone away You think that you might die But you're a strong boy you'll survive You sit around and contemplate The things that you might say If she calls, She's never gonna call She's gone away You think that you might die But you're a strong boy you'll survive You sit around and contemplate The things that you might say If she calls, She's never gonna call