It's the little things that you think won't change
Little things that I had engraved
No I didn't use names I was only 19 hell it still felt pretty brave
You see them all out in the street
Yeah well none of em look like me
There all young and in love and all their lives will turn out just the way they're supposed to be
Maybe that's where I went wrong
Put all my energy into songs
Slam doors, stiff drinks, and never coming back home to say I'm sorry for way too long
Now I go out on a week night, another band, another fist fight
And all the faces in the crowd just remind me of the things that I still can't get right
So now I'm trying not to see you around
Listening to old songs too loud
And the voice in my head saying "Who in the world little girl's going to want you now"
The same words on the same page
Same nights on the same stage
I know somewhere back there I gave up on myself you're the first one that really paid
So I'm sorry about Sunday
I know you hate it when I ask you to stay
Your just the only one left who knows I'm not quite as tough as the kids all like to say
So I turned down a free ride
I said I'd see you some other time
Well I guess I know now what you meant when you said that I can't just live on pride
Well there's a band on tonight
Lets get dressed up real nice
And we can lean at the bar and make fun of all the things that I still can't get right