[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."