"i wrote a letter to you and then i erased it guess there's nothing left to say you know i think about you every time i get wasted and i hope you're okay
because I'm so in love and you're so fucked up and with what's his name and i took too much and i can't stand up to you anyway...
so what would i say to you if we were talking i'd say everything was fine what would i say to you now that it's over and you're still on my mind
we would've been happy it would've been sweet we would've been happy if it weren't for me
i found the bottom of the bottle sometime around Christmas after i drank myself away and i roamed the upper west side the city was restless and i grinned at it's decay oh, from the blaring lights to the endless nights and the rainy days making treasure out of trash broke and down on my ass trying to get laid
so what would i say to you if i had the answers becuase you always ask me why what would i say to you had i known your secrets it would sound something like goodbye - goodbye...
we would've been happy it would've been sweet we would've been happy if it weren't for me
i'm gonna clean up and my act and get myself that apartment i'm gonna paint the town red with my guitar in hand and to tell you the truth i don't miss disappointment just cause i said this first - doesn't mean it was planned
we would've been happy it would've been nice so i guess this means i'm sorry but i won't say it twice and i won't say that i miss you cause it wouldn't be right just know there's nothing to do and it's a friday night."