| Probably never shoulda even opened my mouth | |
| And I had no right to say what anything meant to you | |
| I'm still trying to figure out what it all meant to me | |
| We all know sometimes I speak too quickly | |
| Been known for choosing all the wrong words | |
| Seems I wasn't very careful when traveling back in time | |
| Remembering how I'd wished we coulda burned a little bit brighter | |
| The second time around | |
| I was holding out for something greater | |
| Than broken slogans, empty sing-alongs | |
| I still do | |
| It's still not | |
| Maybe it woulda been easier if I was less honest | |
| When giving the answers Lord knows can be so hard to hear | |
| Like the older we get the less that there seems to be worth fighting for | |
| Don't you think that makes me sad too? But I was just reciting bacic math | |
| Same tired words | |
| Familiar let downs | |
| I could not help but see all those lines that you were drawing in the sand | |
| Would blow away at the slightest wind | |
| But I have been giving it some thought and I have decided | |
| That I'm not sorry, not sorry, not sorry about nothing | |
| And I never shoulda named names when it wasn't you | |
| But all the faces, all the ideas, bands that came and went and came again | |
| Just could not find the patience to differentiate | |
| But based on your reaction the lesson still remains | |
| Bonds built on words don't mean a thing to me | |
| And with friendships like ours who needs friendships anyway | |
| I didn't then | |
| I dont know |