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 now