Second, third, and hundredth chances. Balancin' on breaking branches. Those eyes add insult to injury.
We always walked a very thin line. You didn't even hear me out (You didn't even hear me out). You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs).
I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile so good to me, so right and how you held me in your arms that September night the first time you ever saw me cry.
I can see you standing, honey, with his arms around your body laughin', but the joke's not funny at all and it took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it.