Sixth of July Lyrics

If you were me,

What is it you'd do

A question that gets thrown around

Less often than it used to

Funny, don't you think

People try to pick

What it is that haunts them

And what they will forget

You died

On the sixth of July

The day after the day

I always called the worst day of all time

The cleanup of shrapnel on the fifth

Brings with it a sense of "Ignorance is bliss"

On the part of the pyros who have not yet lived through this

Or who have and who are better at fighting it