Don't tell me about regrets
'Cause I've already got one too many
You said, "I'll be your lover"
You should've said, "I'll be the liar"
Should've said, "I'll be your favorite agony"

Don't give me that look, now, please
It's not up to me to mend your bruises
'Cause you, you left me wide open
Black and blue and still hopin'
You could close just six damn inches and not lose this

chorus:
But how could I hold your hand
When you kept me at arm's length?
And why would I risk my pride
If you wouldn't do the same?
Wishing is no good now;
It won't give you strength
And sorry is just goodbye
Under a different name

Seems it didn't take you long
To figure out just what — or who — you wanted
Oh, time — you had plenty
But chances — you didn't give me any
And now every playground feels haunted

(chorus)

Saying you want to make it right
But I'd be happy to never again
Think of your face burning in the streetlamp light
And love stories pictured in black and white
No, never again

But how could I hold your hand
When you kept me at arm's length?
And why would I risk my pride
If you wouldn't do the same?
Wishing is no good now;
It only makes us ache
And sorry is just goodbye
Under a different name

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