Bought my tickets online, where were you?
And they closed that Du-Pars, too
I'm sick of spending Sundays cleaning suede
I wanna write love songs again
And wouldn't it be nice
If I hadn't f*cked things up twice?
Still got these tokens from your dads
Still hear your voices in the hall and I hate that
Still wish I'd been a little patient, I'm
Coming to terms with the hurt I created
Still feel a current cutting through
Guess I'll see you again if I'm meant to
Still wish I'd been a little patient, I'm
Coming to terms with the hurt I created
Living my life without the both of you
Guess I'll see you again if I'm meant to