July Was Mundane

Am C I miss the pungent sweetness of that firewood F G July was poignant and dripping, July was mundane Am C Dipping my fingers off a lazy rowboat on the lake F C G Your birthday girl someplace upstate Am C Back when I was sure I was a misanthrope F G Blaming my displeasures on the strangers laughing loudly in the woods Am C She walked to the water to watch the fireworks F C G But I wouldn't give myself the view, I stayed in bed listening to them Am F G F Crack and bloom Am C I miss the pungent sweetness of that Woodford's reserve F G July was poignant and dripping, July was mundane Am C Licking my fingers to get all of the icing from the cake F C G Your birthday girl some place in Maine Am C Back when I was sure I could win her over with my words F C G Holding the Portland sun above her in the summer storm Am C I mostly made her up and fell in love with the construct F C G And she could eventually tell so she wished me well Am C And as I gathered up my clothes, another storm began to close Am F G F And crack and bloom Am C F Even inside my hands, it hurts to claim the confused, wounded little animal I've been C G Am C Baby, I'm devastated for all my trying to change you, trying to make you F The same sorry little animal I've been C G It's a feat to forgive me Am C Am I meant to understand my own head F C G As I take it from my neck and I begin to deflate it? Am C Am I meant to understand my own heart F C G As it sings my praises all day long and I evade it? Am C Am I meant to understand my own body F C G As I go out walking in an attempt to escape it? Am C Am I meant to understand my own soul F C G As I envy it floating high above me? Am C And I wonder who will tend my own love if not me? F C G If I grow it in the lilies just to ditch it in the weeds F C And I wonder who would save my own world if not me? F C G In my morning when I bring it into being F C G Am And I wonder who would save my own world if not me?