I feel bad
'Cause I forget a lot of things but I swore that I wouldn't
Forget that
But I guess it isn't the first pinky swear
That you've seen me retract
And is it sad that I can't blame you
Even when my closest friends, my mother
They're all telling me to
I still think they just don't get you
Not that I ever did, but I got close enough to win
If love were horseshoes
Too bad it isn't
Too bad things weren't different
Too bad the two miles between us might as well be infinite
Too bad it ended
Why can't I ever write the song
That I sit down to write
How many times will I need to get you off my chest until I'm fine
I scream at shower tiles
Get drunk and fight with shadows
But I'm glad that you're alright
Too bad I'm lying
Too bad we stopped trying
Too bad it'd be easier for me if you died and
I wish it wasn't
Too bad
Too bad
Too bad
Too bad
Too bad
Too bad, too bad, too bad, too
Too bad