Stop now Quit second-guessing all your relations your would've, could've, should've, maybe might-have-been I'll you how Send your out for lubrication Lose these and screw your head on tight again She cut you bad, your heart is a scar But if you could get mad, you'd be better off by far What you want is What you is better circulation Work that heavy heart and get it light
to me now You suffer a sadness, apprehension That if she could your mind she'd see just how it ought to be But read it all by now And your style don't get a on her attention She ain't in your state of and she don't want to be You if she'd just talk, you could explain it all She'd be polite, but all she's been hoping you won't call it's all her fault, she'll always be your friend Plus loads of shit too dumb to I've that road and it's paved with good intentions
Well it's hard to But I'm you your heart would soon recover But you don't want it to, you love aching agony it's noble, but it's true You won't forsake this pain for other Happiness would fill mind with misery Time will wound all heels, and it ain't With any luck at all, she'll find dope that you can pity loss is measured in illusions And your gain is all in intelligence And your winsome smile lose some of its innocence Your smile Your winsome smile lose some of its innocence