I know I was just a bookend to you
Put there to hold your stories up while you found something new
But you gave me your consolation prize
A little something for your efforts and a shot right at my pride
Don't know what I was thinking
Giving everything that I have
Looking for a new end to the
Same old story
I want it back
Every single thing I said to make you laugh
I want it in tact
There's just some victories I really need to have
I've been keeping my hands in my pockets for a little while
Trying to keep my chin up without sticking my nose into the air
But they want me to take this bribe
Caught cold like I'm faded or I never tried
But if I'm going down
They'll have to go to the cards, yeah he lost
But the man can fight fair
Don't know what I was thinking
Giving less than all that I have
Looking for a new end to the same old story
I want it bad
The kind of happiness the cynics scoff at
Don't want it to lack
Any properties I think it should have
Down in the foothills of Georgia
I spent a lot of time looking up toward
Higher peaks; greener leaves
I think I'm ready to scale the bluffs
And I'm taking you with me
But you should speak if you've had enough
Don't know what I was thinking
Giving less than all that I have
Looking for a new end to the same old story
I want it back
The kind of happiness I had in photographs
I want it to last
Not the kind that you blink and then it's passed