You were just one of my phases, ah yeah We got too drunk, we got too high On the night we graduated We got locked up in my bedroom And I swear I didn't fake it Fell in love when we were faded Don't make this complicated I'm sorry if I hurt you

I know I thought I can’t let go Well it’s over He won’t take me back when I come around Says he’s sorry then he puts me out I got a big chain around my neck And I’m broken down like a train wreck Can’t let go You told me baby one more time Won’t make me

It must have been a bitch while I was gone I'm sorry to have taken so long You'll reacquaint yourself with my style All this time you put up a fear For a hundred thousand years You mind if I sit down for a while Well, how could you have waited so long

Please return my call Girl I need you to, Please return my call cause I'm sorry And I need to hear from you I was wrong that's why I Girl I need you to Promise I regret it all Only we know what I lost I just wanna talk

But this time I will break him piece by piece Time will heal all wounds Felt when I walked when I walked out the door A new day will bring the peace I need Oh baby I'm so sorry but I leak all the blood from the past and now it turns into mud I still feel

And here you are the best of us With a bigger heart than the rest of us I'm so sorry I couldn't give you the perfect story A textbook happy ending Where nobody here gets hurt But don't you worry Your daddy and your mommy May be a little broken

'Cause we're not sorry, we're not sorry I put my best foot forward I keep my family by my side I sleep with one eye open I'm for real when I say I got an army Stand down if you think you can harm me Come for my people, you'll be sorry So think about the

Maybe you were right But baby I was lonely I don't want to fight I'm tired of being sorry I'm standing in the street Crying out for you No one sees me But the silver moon I don't know why

Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle in the back. Got to get this devil off my back. There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. 'Til your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw

Prices are high now darlin', and all the good jobs are gone Sorry to say, baby, things ain't what they used to be Times is hard, baby and the hustle is really on Times is hard, baby, the hustle is really on Better get yourself a job now, baby, I'm tired