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 It breaks in 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 weed