[Verse 1]
He sent flowers two days too late
I was soothing my wounds in another state
And they sat and scorched in the sun on the steps
When I get home I'll clean up another mess
B or C for effort I guess

[Verse 2]
I don't wanna be his teacher, but if love is a class
He's the one who can't focus sittin' in the back
We let him out into the world despite the skills that he lacks
B or C for effort I guess
He kinda sorta maybe tried his best

[Chorus]
There's a school of thought sayin' people don't change
But I'm prayin' to God that we both rearrange
That the broken bones grow back a bit stronger
That the loss of friendship doesn't sting much longer
And a lesson is learned for whoever is next

[Post-Chorus]
B or C for effort I guess
We kinda sorta maybe tried our best

[Verse 3]
At the start there was passion, parties, and praise
By the end it was what's the point anyways?
You don't wanna hear about what I did today
And I don't wanna step foot on another plane
For someone who can't even kiss me hello
Who has no real interest in spiritual growth
His apathy finds a way to cut me right to the bone

[Refrain]
I give more and he gives less
B or C for effort I guess

[Chorus]
There's a school of thought sayin' people don't change
But I'm prayin' to God that we both rearrange
That the broken bones grow back a bit stronger
That the loss of friendship doesn't sting much longer
And a lesson is learned for whoever is next

[Post-Chorus]
B or C for effort I guess
We kinda sorta maybe tried our best

[Verse 4]
A date in a book, a picture of a ring
He whispers, “I'll be saving up for a pretty shiny thing.”
But July came and went with the money all spent

[Refrain]
B or C for effort, it's fine
It'll all fade away with time

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