Back In Time

If I could go back in time to that moment that I lost you
And stop myself from sayin’ all the wrong things—
You know I’d prob’ly just fuck that up, too.

I remember trying not to laugh every time that you got mad.
I didn’t know that you weren’t trying to funny—
Oh, how did I not know?

I’ve had more than my fair share of second chances with you.
I should’a known better than to go thinkin’ that you’d give me one more.

I was so good at playin’ the fool.
You once said that I was the best.
Well, I’ll get by just fine on my own—I know how to keep myself company.

This is my way of lettin’ you know—I’m really tryin’ to let you go.
You never made anything easy for me.
I don’t know why I’m here tryin’ to make things easy for you
When no one’ll ever get to hear my side of the story.
So—go on—say what you want. You can even make me out to be the bad guy if it makes you feel better.

From now on, I will stop and count to ten before I say what’s on my mind.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!
Been beatin’ myself up till I’m all black and blue.
Those colors?—they suit me pretty well.
Now I get the message loud and clear: I don’t need to leave a light on.