Lyrics

[Verse 1] You're wrong I don't want to talk this out I don't give a fuck about your sister said about us And we're both too drunk To feel how awkward this really is Thank God [Verse 2] I'm living somewhere with seasons And drinking for better reasons than tolerating you [Chorus] There's things I wish I would have said I could have said I could have said sorry if I wanted to I could have said sorry if I wanted to I could have said sorry if I wanted to I could have said sorry if I wanted to [Outro] "That's, uh, fourteen mounted Toms, eight floor Toms, four splashes, two gongs, ten cowbells, four rides, fives snares, man... A roto-tom rack, and it's all mounted on my infamous quadruple kick drum system. Six more pieces, I've got a bigger kit than Neil Peart from Rush. Yeah!" "That's great, Nick."