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
 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
 And 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
 And 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