CHORUS (x2):
You can always get it right next time, next time
You can always get it right next time
You can count on me to mess it up
You can count on me to let you down again
And in time you'll see that I'm your only friend
CHORUS (x2)
Comfort in community obliterated
Given opportunity I hesitated
Even my humility's humiliated
CHORUS (x2)
Next time, next time
When you die they make a list of every love you never kissed
Of each regret and each mistake
Every choice you'll fail to make
Oh well...
Oh well...
Oh well...
It's a shame I have to wait until the ending
Everything I've yet to break is surely bending
Every vow I ever take is just pretending
That this mess I make is worth defending