Gone

I keep tryna clear my head Be a little more articulate But the hurt gets caught in my hands And I cant help but toss it back I never meant to be your problem I thought I'd be honest, babe But it's easier said than done Easier to cut and run Can you ever skip the hurt in love? Can you ever really know someone? I know that it can hurt sometimes, I bet When all the words don't come out right, it happens And maybe we can learn from times like this And they can be gone (be gone, be gone) I know that it can hurt sometimes, I bet When all the words don't come out right, it happens And maybe we can learn from times like this And they can be gone (be gone, be gone) It takes a little practice So close I almost had it I thought I was concise But it turns out I guess it's one of those nights Military tactics Like we're from two different atlases Inside the corners of your mind You've got your stories and I've got mine You're already perfect, I'm already right With a little practice, we'll be fine I know that it can hurt sometimes, I bet When all the words don't come out right, it happens And maybe we can learn from times like this And they can be gone (Be gone, be gone) I know that it can hurt sometimes, I bet When all the words don't come out right, it happens And maybe we can learn from times like this And they can be gone (Be gone, be gone)