Remember when I called you cause Abby was wasted
And didn't know how to get home
We drove around til she sobered up
And then I went home alone
It's kind of funny cause she married Ben
And I still see them every now and again
And I'm glad they're doing well
Sometimes I think I'm doing well too
Doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo-doo
Remember when we realized how much we cared
But we still didn't talk for a couple of years
So you kept writing letters and I kept writing songs
But you can neither give up or admit it's wrong
It's kind of funny because most nights
I've got so much on my mind but I feel alright
or at least okay, but I still don't forget it
The longest night and the guilt that came with it
And I gotta believe something
I spent half my life trying to figure it out
And the other half trying to believe in nothing
And when I wrote this down, I cried
And when we used to talk, I lied
And when I say that I don't care
I think I'm starting to mean it
I'm picking up those pieces well
This night has gone to hell
And we're all, "Let's talk about the past,
back when we were made to last"
C, G, Em, C,
And all I've got in this world
Is like thirty five dollars and small amount of skill
So I don't mind
I'm staying home
Avoiding the things that make me hate the most
You're on my mind
Some night it's better
I can't feel worse than that it's all regret
I hope it doesn't last forever