Lyrics

I can't unsing the song
And I can't unhear the words
I can't turn back the clock
But I can't seem to make it move any faster

You cannot stitch the wound
And you cannot see how I'm bleeding out
You cannot cut me back
Then show up at my gate

Well did you think of me on a summer day?
Did I seep into your soul like ink spilled over linen?
You're looking for the next laugh with a glass full of whiskey
But we could've fixed this mess,
We could have fixed this mess.

I can't unsay what's said
And I can't undo what's done
I can't turn back the clock
I can't seem to want to anyway

I'll be a lonely bird sitting on a roof
You'll be all about your own thing
And when nail meets the wood
I know you're not the staying type
But if you'd thought it out