I opened up your letter, you told me you don't love me
Don't you think it better you tell me to my face?
Was I wrong to think about the heaven that you brought me?
Was I wrong to see you as the apple of my eye?
I don't feel particularly good
Don't worry about me, I'll get by
That was the last day of June
This is the first of July
You don't have to pity me, it's something i don't need
The signs were clearly written I just didn't pay heed
Was I wrong to let you go without another fight?
Was I wrong to think I won't be missing you tonight?
I don't feel particularly good
But don't you worry about me, I'll get by
That was the last day of June
This is the first of July
They say that time has got a funny way of healing
Right now that's the only consolation I can find
You might find another guy and break his heart tomorrow
And I might find the peace of mind that gets me through the day
I don't feel particularly good
But don't you worry about me, I'll get by
That was the last day of June
And this is the first of July
This is the first of July
This is the first of July
(Okay, let's go Jules)