Tell Someone Else, I Don't Care - The Years Gone By

I’m still big on saying sorry

like every chance I get

I say I’m sorry that i met you

I’m still big on taking chances (whoa)

when every chance I see you,

is another chance I get to walk away

I’ll give

every last word to you

You make

your self sound dumber when you’re mad

you know i always hated that

Every first kiss

will be better, more noticed

And softer then your lips

Every love sick note,

On my wall, i threw out

this sickness won’t weigh me down

Unfaithful is ridden on your shoulders

our faith gets tested hard

when your living for the moment

I’ve settled, We’re taking back,

all the memories wasted on you

Every first kiss,

will be better, more noticed

And softer then your lips

Every love sick note,

On my wall, i threw out

this sickness won’t weigh me down