I made a resolution at 12 o'clock on the dot, New Years Eve
To love as hard as I could, Unapologetically
But all I can muster up in your attention now, is "I’m sorry"
For making such a stupid promise, loving you with caution and breaking
Hindsight is twenty-twenty
And nostalgia is a bitch
You touching my shoulder laughing
And I skipped class when you busted your shit
Drive you home, all alone, hands held on the center console
I'm buying clothes that feel like you, that feel like home, to hold onto what? I don't know
I’m sick, your dark cloud contagious, baby, cure me with your words
And I'm feeling reckless in this radio silence, my god it hurts
Cause
Hindsight is twenty twenty
And nostalgia is a bitch
You were touching my shoulder laughing
And I skipped class when you busted your shit
I never did enough, never do enough, couldn't be enough even if I tried
You're the one behind the closed doors I mean I'll question that till I die
Your perfect hair imperfect way you'd never communicate
Favorite answer to my questions was a laugh, you never gave it straight
Hindsight is twenty-twenty
And nostalgia is a bitch
You touching my shoulder laughing
And I skipped class when you busted your shit
Hindsight is twenty-twenty
Nostalgia's a bitch
You were touching my shoulder laughing
I shoulda never fell for it
To love as hard as I could, Unapologetically
But all I can muster up in your attention now, is "I’m sorry"
For making such a stupid promise, loving you with caution and breaking
Hindsight is twenty-twenty
And nostalgia is a bitch
You touching my shoulder laughing
And I skipped class when you busted your shit
Drive you home, all alone, hands held on the center console
I'm buying clothes that feel like you, that feel like home, to hold onto what? I don't know
I’m sick, your dark cloud contagious, baby, cure me with your words
And I'm feeling reckless in this radio silence, my god it hurts
Cause
Hindsight is twenty twenty
And nostalgia is a bitch
You were touching my shoulder laughing
And I skipped class when you busted your shit
I never did enough, never do enough, couldn't be enough even if I tried
You're the one behind the closed doors I mean I'll question that till I die
Your perfect hair imperfect way you'd never communicate
Favorite answer to my questions was a laugh, you never gave it straight
Hindsight is twenty-twenty
And nostalgia is a bitch
You touching my shoulder laughing
And I skipped class when you busted your shit
Hindsight is twenty-twenty
Nostalgia's a bitch
You were touching my shoulder laughing
I shoulda never fell for it
( Emily Franke )
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