Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda

Probably never shoulda even opened my mouth

And I had no right to say what anything meant to you

I'm still trying to figure out what it all meant to me

We all know sometimes I speak too quickly

Been known for choosing all the wrong words

Seems I wasn't very careful when traveling back in time

Remembering how I'd wished we coulda burned a little bit brighter

The second time around

I was holding out for something greater

Than broken slogans, empty sing-alongs

I still do

It's still not

Maybe it woulda been easier if I was less honest

When giving the answers Lord knows can be so hard to hear

Like the older we get the less that there seems to be worth fighting for

Don't you think that makes me sad too? But I was just reciting bacic math

Same tired words

Familiar let downs

I could not help but see all those lines that you were drawing in the sand

Would blow away at the slightest wind

But I have been giving it some thought and I have decided

That I'm not sorry, not sorry, not sorry about nothing

And I never shoulda named names when it wasn't you

But all the faces, all the ideas, bands that came and went and came again

Just could not find the patience to differentiate

But based on your reaction the lesson still remains

Bonds built on words don't mean a thing to me

And with friendships like ours who needs friendships anyway

I didn't then

I dont now