now i don't mind if i hurt you 
and leave the 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 
found my rosebud 

arrived in new york city 
felt like a scapegoat before a commitee 
found my rosebud 

all this talk off regret 
lets go slumming, lets go slumming 
and start all over again 
the greatest ghost writer 
couldn't help you 
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