I'm so guilty of replaying moments in my head
And wondering what I should have done or said
But that one was perfect with your hand resting on my back
To calm my trembling breath
Before I walked away and swore that I'd forget
But I could not forget
And who can I tell it to?
Not you, love
Not anyone
No, some things are better left
Just bottled in the bottom of my soul
Or I could write it in a song
And all the crowd will sing along
And they might wonder if its written from experience or not
From experience or not
I only dreamed of growing up throughout my childhood
But now I wish I owned the world again
And everyone I know is watching closely "Is she gonna break?
She's resting on a hairpin trigger. Everything's at stake."
But I'm so guilty of wearing my heart like a scarlet gown
Sparkling in the lights for everyone to see
And this undivided audience
You know too much, you know too much
This guitar's gone and got the best of me
And who can I tell it to?
Not you, love
Not anyone
No, some things are better left
Just bottled in the bottom of my soul
Or I could write it in a song
And all the crowd will sing along
And they might wonder if its written from experience or not
And when will this song be just a song?
Oh when will this song be just a song?
It's just a song
I'm so guilty of replaying moment in my head
Again and again and again, love
I cannot forget