Boring. Unremarkable.

It's embarrassing, yeah, but I wrote this song for you

Sometimes I see you at the shows that I go to

There's so many things that I wish I didn't say or do

And when it comes to you, well, there's quite a few

I can count on one hand the conversations I've had

Where everything fell apart so perfectly bad

You told me I was an abuser and I was too dumb to know it

Too selfish to hide and too shallow not to show it

Ever since you said we'd never speak again

I've been secretly hoping you'd open the gates a little bit

Just so I can get an apology in and we can leave the discomfort behind