I stand in a line
And I think of all the times that maybe you were right
Maybe you were right

Slounge around on a Sunday
‘Cause sloppy slurping was all of Saturday night
Gave the day to last night

I can see the mistakes as I’m making them
I can feel the heartbreak as I’m breaking him

Squeeze the cut on my finger
Isn’t it cool how cuts heal themselves up ‘cause time
Happens all the time

You doubted my doubt? I doubt it
Well no doubt there is no doubt this time
You crossed your own line

I can feel the mistakes as I’m making them
I can see the heartbreak as it breaks in him

Dig it up before roots can grow out from the seed
It’s too late, chop it up but weeds aren’t so easy
‘Cause you call it a weed