There’s lots of things that I should have done;
Small tokens of my lost love, for the things I once found fun,
And I guess you’ve been saving them up. To give me a chance at love
And all I have is a rough song, and a voice of a scared cub,
But it’s the thought that counts I guess
Even the ones that don’t make sense
Even when the next day you’ll forget
The hooks in deep tonight, we all make mistakes
Let’s pretend we’ve done right
So we can get some sleep tonight
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