i stand in a line and i think of all the times that maybe you were right maybe you were right slounge around on a sunday cause sloppy slurping was all of saturday night gave the day to last night i can see the mistakes as im making them i can feel the heartbreak as it breaks in him squeeze the cut on my finger isnt it cool how cuts heal themselves up cause time happens all the time you doubted my doubt i doubt it well no doubt there is no doubt this time you crossed your own line i can see the mistakes as im making them i can feel the heartbreak as it breaks in him dig it up before roots can grow out from the seed its too late chop it up but weeds won t sow easy cause you call it a weed1