Now I don't mind if I hurt you

And leave the guilt behind

So here I go burning bridges

Did I play my hand too soon?



Sop for the first time in my life

Feel like a country boy caught in headlights

Found my rosebud



Arrived in new york city

Felt like a scapegoat before a commitee

Found my rosebud



All this talk off regret

Lets go slumming, lets go slumming

And start all over again

The greatest ghost writer

Couldn't help you

Write a draft of your life



Great minds have spent lifetimes looking for answers

Look at these sandpaper hands..i'm just paid from the neck down

Your velvet revoluction..chase where it leads you, my friend



It's not like

I said

That I love you