Its bittersweet, I know
Wrapped in a tartness laced with loss
And you're mad that I left again
But I get it, I get it
I wasn't there quite enough for you
And I get it, I get it
Maybe in some time I'll make it up to you, to you
Maybe in some time I'll make it up to you, to you
Misery is a state of perfection
Those are your words, and not mine
But I think they hold some truth
Yeah I get it, I get it
I wasn't there quite enough for you
And I get it, I get it
Maybe in some time I'll see your face again, again
Maybe in some time I'll see your face again, again