InDIPendence Day

Everything is adorably RW&B lately. Streamers and pie and the thick heat of summer. Yet, the "Independence Day" I've been enjoying (a fave Ani tune) is the antithesis. Keeps getting stuck in my head. A downer, but a beautiful one:

We drove the car to the top of the parking ramp
on the 4th of July.
We sat out on the hood with a couple of warm beers
and watched the fireworks explode in the sky.
And there was an exodus of birds from the trees,
but they didnt know we were only pretending,
and the people all looked up, and were pleased,
and the birds flew around like the whole world was ending.
And I don't think war is noble,
and I don't like to think that love is like war,
and I gotta big hot cherry bomb,
and I want to slip it through the mail slot of your front door.

Don't leave me here.
I've got your back, now 
you'd better have mine 
'cause you say the coast is clear,
but you say that all the time.

So many sheep I quit counting,
sleepless and embarrassed about the way that I feel.
Trying to make mole hills out of mountains,
building base camp at the bottom of a really big deal.
And did I tell you how I stopped eating
when you stopped calling me?
And I was cramped up shitting rivers for weeks
and pretending that I was finally free.

Don't leave me here.
I've got your back, now 
you'd better have mine 
'cause you say the coast is clear,
but you say that all the time.

We drove the car to the top of the parking ramp
on the 4th of July,
and I planted my dusty boots on the bumper and sat out on the hood, 
and looked up at the sky.