Probably never shoulda even opened my mouth
And I had no right to say what anything meant to you
Im 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 wasnt very careful when traveling back in time
Remembering how Id 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
Its 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
Dont 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 Im not sorry, not sorry, not sorry about nothing
And I never shoulda named names when it wasnt 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 dont mean a thing to me
And with friendships like ours who needs friendships anyway
I didnt then
I dont now