The Juliana Theory - Shotgun Serenade

You're just a waste of a song.

You're a simple regret.

I thought I knew who you were, but watch how fast I forget.

You wore your prettiest dress, but there's a mess in your head.

They say old habits die hard. I say they're better off dead,

cause you were bitter and cold, but still you burned me alive.

You held the match to my skin and poured the fuel on the fire.

You're not my favorite mistake. You're just a simple regret.

I though I knew who you were, but watch how fast and watch how well I forget.