Lyrics

Woah it hurts too much so call me out for not having the guts So chalk it up to poor judgment but how could you? Given every chance, our outstretched hands But you'd drink the ocean and ask for more Given every chance, all of our outstretched hands And I can't believe all the things you've taken from me And I can't believe all the things you've taken from me (not the money but the memories) Woah it hurts too much so call me out for not having the guts So chalk it up to poor judgment and I misjudged you Given every chance, our outstretched hands But you'd drink the ocean and ask for more Given every chance, all of our outstretched hands And I can't believe all the things you've taken from me And I can't believe all the things you've taken from me (not the money but the memories) Woah it hurts too much so call me out for not having the guts Woah it hurts too much