I hope you left with a smile on your face I hope you felt like diamonds in a case I saw a ghost, it hovered low, I watched its slow glide I saw right through it but I couldn't believe my eyes The air grew cold So I grabbed my coat Just in case it snowed In fucking July, I wanted to cry I sweat my fucking skin off in the blue moonlight I felt my grip slip from the lips of my life Stuck with simple glimpses of the plan I had devised In lovely July I wanted to die Become a silver ghost with an all-seeing eye Forever to float just out of your sight Hovering around with a low, slow glide