I get lost quite often
Stuck at bus stops
On the other side of the city
But when I get home
I'll grab a guitar I own
Because the music
Of the night just ain't that pretty
I'll write apology letters to
The people I've hurt
And to fall asleep I'll tell myself it
Could have been much worse
But I'll second guess every word I write
They don't deserve the bad feelings
I owe to my life
So I'm singing about the ones I've wronged tonight
And I'm sorry that it didn't turn out right
Every time I struggle
With that second verse
I calculate my memories and
I weigh what they're worth
I forget all of the good times
And fixate on the bad
But a thousand miles of
Highway just gets lonely when you're sad
So I'm singing about the ones
I've wronged tonight
And I'm sorry that it didn't turn out right
And I'm sorry to the ones
I've wronged tonight
And I'm sorry, tonight
