Now I don't mind if I hurt you
And leave this guilt behind
So here I go burning bridges
Did I play my hand too soon?
So for the first time in my life
Feel like a country boy caught in headlights
I found my rosebud
Arrived in New York City
Felt like a scapegoat before a commitee
I found my rosebud
All this talk of regret, lets go slumming
And start all over again
The greatest ghost writer couldn't help you
To write a draft of your life
Great minds have spent lifetimes
Looking for answers
Look at these sandpaper hands
I'm just paid from the neck down
Your velvet revolution
Chase where it leads you, my friend
It's not like
I said
That I love you
Oh no