Wash

Well, I’m sorry, God
For all the hearts I’ve won
For all the hearts I’ve lost
I’ll burn ’em down
And I apologized about a million times
I know you love to hear yourself talking

Ooh
Ooh

I could lay it down and spell it out for you
You could listen, but you won’t comprehend
Ask me questions now, and we could be comrades
I’ll tell you all the things I said to him

And I could try to wash you away
I know what you might say
I miss some straight lines

Under cold blue stars I could meet you now
And let you know I’m done playing tough
And I’m on a crooked line
I didn’t want to say goodnight
I’m on a crooked line
But don’t you know that it’s just fine

And I could try to wash you away
I know what you might say
I don’t miss some straight lines

Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh