Blow By Blow

I don't know what else to say, I think I did my best

Momma's on the phone already talking to the press

Tell them that I'm doing fine underplay distress

I'm working out a story and there's so much to address

Note by note

Blow by blow

Seeing it all laid out

I should have known

I don't know what else to say, I think I'm doing fine

Tryna figure out what I will do with all my time

Tell them anything you like, I'll own up to what's mine

Knowing thunder gives away what lightning tries to hide

No one was prepared

But we all performed

Like we'd done it all before

Note by note

Bruise by bruise

Sometimes the hardest thing to learn

Is what you get from what you lose

I feel a fool, so do you

For believing it could work out

Like some things do