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lyrics
I’ve taken my fair share of shortcuts to make up for the detours I’ve rode all along.
My mistakes carved into my chest I’m begging you to tell me what to do.
It’s the worst kind of regret, the kind that makes you question.
The kind that makes you want to die and eats away your insides.
I can’t tell where I’m at, I have no direction.
I feel so stuck inside but I have no place to hide.
You ought to know that I’ll break your trust.
A wink and a smile could hurt so much.
Stabbing backs and breaking hearts
Was an art I wish I never learned from you.
It’s the worst kind of regret, the kind that makes you question.
The kind that makes you want to die and eats away your insides.
I can’t tell where I’m at, I have no direction.
I feel so stuck inside but I have no place to hide.
Saying sorry doesn’t mean we were wrong
We’re just learning how to better ourselves.
And when you notice you’ve been home all along
I know that you’ll be fucking singing this song.