This time around oh things could be so different

At least that's what I tell myself

This time around, this time around

This time around, I've heard it all before

And I'm smiling as I hit the ground

This time around this time around

Oh

This time maybe it's all in my heart

Split me right down the middle

Maybe don't you even fucking start

Cause I'll leave in a little

And okay I get it, but you don't get it

Get it, get it, get it

And okay I get it, but you don't get it

Get it, get it, get it

And my mother told me son

Don't be playing round with loaded guns

As you walk the road I've run

Just to see who I've become

Come, come, come, come, come, come

Shoulda shoulda woulda coulda myself

Now I'm talking like someone else

Another feeling I can't describe

Fall apart, fall apart, fall apart

With another guy