Why would you laugh on the Fourth of July?
We celebrate independence, or is a smile just a lie?
Do you think I'll ever know the truth?
Where does the fault lie, in me or in you?
I see myself in my father's mistakes
With every "Well, it doesn't matter" and "For his own sake"
I mopped up this mess on a hall that's passed
And "Now, nothing serious," I laugh
A form of laughter
Actually isn't that simple, at least
It's never me or you
It's evasive, and it's doubtful
And it's fashionable, for еach time, it's something new
But еach time, the gilded bleeds
Like something that's always there that no one ever sees
It's our form of laughter, and you can't put us back together
No, you can't put us back together
When I touched her, I thought I was touching you
But there's some fear I have for what I didn't do (or did I?)
I should've told you who I was
Instead of a promise, and an image, and a pencil lead of trust
I can't believe the girl I loved I killed
Like my, my parents' dreams left up to me go unfulfilled
Mom always told me that boys always show their feelings last to get anywhere
"Well, that was what I had to do," I laugh
A form of laughter
Actually isn't that simple, at least
It's never me or you
It's evasive, and it's doubtful
And it's fashionable, for each time, it's something new
But each time, the gilded bleeds
Like something that's always there that no one ever sees
It's our form of laughter, and you can't put us back together
No, you can't put us back together
People touch-tuning on this side of touchdown
People measure in what they can't measure out
Can we make love without touching, or fight without fussing?
Could we write and call it a kiss? Or will I ever remember to forget
To persist? It's the definition 'tween for and which
That decides if we really can afford to waste affection
The porcelain president doesn't want to think
So, why should we be different
With boys in blue and girls in pink?
Can I see without your eyes?
Can I wear my jacket, but still feel the wind?
Can I watch myself without a surprise?
Could I be crucified by my [?] this time?
[guitar solo]
My left-handed mother worried passively
And I was born into a fixed deck, with the cards doubting me
So, it's not the laugh's veneer that makes it so unclear
What has and what is trying to be
I don't know where we were at at the start of November
But you said, "These eyes are for you," and never can I remember
You can't put us back
A form of laughter
Actually isn't that simple, at least
It's never me or you
It's evasive, and it's doubtful
And it's fashionable, for each time, it's something new
But each time, the gilded bleeds
Like something that's always there that no one ever sees
It's our form of laughter, and you can't put us back together
No, you can't put us back together
But each time, the gilded bleeds
Like something that's always there that no one ever sees
It's our form of laughter, and you can't put us back together
No, you can't put us back together
No, you can't put us back together
No, you can't put us back together
No, you can't put us back
[guitar solo]
