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I'm gonna tell you what you need to hear |
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And I'm a little too late by three or four years |
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And it may not make much sense now that we are apart |
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But I'm going to stop pretending that I didn't break your heart |
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You see I never thought enough of myself |
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To realize that losing me could mean something like the tears in your eyes |
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And I want to tell you I'm sorry and it's too late to start |
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But I'm going to stop pretending that I didn't break your heart |
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And it's Christmas eve, years down the line |
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Sitting here, wishing I'd treated you better when you were mine |
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And I have no way of knowing where you are |
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But I'm going to stop pretending that I didn't break your heart |
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I didn't mean to hurt you |
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I didn't know what I was doing |
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But I know what I have done |