I was wrong...
I've been to all the familiar places.
I've been lookin' for a way to let you know.
I've got nothing left to fill the spaces.
I've been doing circles and it shows.
I've been to all the familiar places.
I've been runnin' like a sentence never begun.
I've been lookin' for a way to let you know.
I've got nothing left to fill the spaces.
I've got nothing but a center coming undone.
I've been doing circles and it shows.
Every cloud in the sky,
Every place that I hide,
Tell me that I, I was wrong to let you go.
Every sound that I hear,
Every thought that I feel,
Tell me that I, I was wrong, I was wrong to let you go.
I've got nothin' left to fill the spaces.
I've got nothing but a center coming undone.
I've been doing circles and it shows.
It's the little things that make you crazy.
Like the thought of someone touching your skin.
I can see you everywhere I go.
Every cloud in the sky,
Every place that I hide,
Tell me that I, I was wrong to let you go.
Every sound that I hear,
Every thought that I feel,
Tell me that I, I was wrong, I was wrong to let you go.
Jesus.... what have I done?
I've been lookin' for a way to let you know.
I've got nothing left to fill the spaces.
I've been doing circles and it shows.
I've been to all the familiar places.
I've been runnin' like a sentence never begun.
I've been lookin' for a way to let you know.
I've got nothing left to fill the spaces.
I've got nothing but a center coming undone.
I've been doing circles and it shows.
Every cloud in the sky,
Every place that I hide,
Tell me that I, I was wrong to let you go.
Every sound that I hear,
Every thought that I feel,
Tell me that I, I was wrong, I was wrong to let you go.
I've got nothin' left to fill the spaces.
I've got nothing but a center coming undone.
I've been doing circles and it shows.
It's the little things that make you crazy.
Like the thought of someone touching your skin.
I can see you everywhere I go.
Every cloud in the sky,
Every place that I hide,
Tell me that I, I was wrong to let you go.
Every sound that I hear,
Every thought that I feel,
Tell me that I, I was wrong, I was wrong to let you go.
Jesus.... what have I done?

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