I'm sick of feeling like I lost this fight I'm sick of graying out the wrongs and rights I'm pulling out of here to clear my sights tonight
so hear me out baby and dry your eyes I'd write it out but it would just seem trite I'm pulling out of here with holy spite tonight
but I've got this guitar and I can barely play
how could we have known about what was in store? you never pictured me walk out this door I guess we didn't know just what we swore down at the broke down reservoir
could we have one more shot for both our sakes? can we slow it down and give not take 'cause if you can't forgive me for my mistakes my heart will break
see I've got my guitar that I can barely play and I betray a piece of your heart each time I go away but redemption comes harder when your choosing not to pray
we can't stay innocent if we just run and hide no remedy for scars and tears you've cried my mind would ease if you told me your heart won't change if you knew that I tried
no innocence if we just run and hide no remedy for all those tears you cried my mind's a mess 'cause you told me your heart's changed and you don't know if I tried
Compositores: Michael Duane Cotterman, David Andrew Hause, Michael Hanrahan Sneeringer ECAD: Obra #8744300