Might have never shared our space But mine's a mess at any rate From the window of your place we watched the driveways flood with rain We were smoking on the porch Speaking at length of both our flaws Turns out a photographic memory's a little more than I bargained for Deep breaths now, on the way to your house I'm sick of my head always talking my heart down And we are in the lounge, and I'm confessing on your couch I think I fucked it up tonight It's still remarkable how time flies in July Time flies in July Certain things inside our heads are always better left unsaid And I don't know any better, maybe this is one of them My friends are getting on with life They've got houses, they've got wives Can't help but feel I'm left behind Trying to stay the fuck alive Deep breaths now, on the way to your house I'm sick of my head always talking my heart down And we are in the lounge, and I'm confessing on your couch I think I fucked it up tonight It's still remarkable how time flies in July Maybe I'm the villain after all Maybe I'm the villain after all Time flies in July Maybe I'm the villain after all Time flies in July Maybe I'm the villain after all Deep breaths now Deep breaths now Deep breaths now, on the way to your house I'm sick of my head always talking my heart down And we are in the lounge, and I'm confessing on your couch I think I fucked it up tonight It's still remarkable how time flies in July Time flies in July Maybe I'm the villain after all