I thought that you would change
so many times before
but I was wrong.
I was wrong.
And I thought you were different
this time around for sure,
but I was wrong.
I was wrong.
Whoa, it hurts so good,
to finally see what I should see
Whoa, it hurts so good
to finally learn to move on
I'd love you in the evening,
but in the morning I'd say
that I was wrong.
I was wrong.
I'd sing songs of sweet redemption
until the feeling would stay,
but I was wrong.
I was wrong.
Whoa, it hurts so good,
to finally see what I should see.
Whoa, it hurts so good,
to finally learn to move on.
Now this is the beginning,
although it feels like the end,
because I was wrong.
Yeah, I was wrong.
Though I loved you for a long time,
now you are just a friend,
and I was wrong.
I was wrong.
Whoa, it hurts so good,
to finally feel what I should feel.
Whoa, it hurts so good,
to finally learn to move on
Whoa, it hurts so good,
to finally be where I should be.
Whoa, it hurts so good,
and I'd change everything if I could.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 12:04 AM UTC
I thought that you would change
so many times before
but I was wrong.
I was wrong.
And I thought you were different
this time around for sure,
but I was wrong.
I was wrong.
Whoa, it hurts so good,
to finally see what I should see
Whoa, it hurts so good
to finally learn to move on
I'd love you in the evening,
but in the morning I'd say
that I was wrong.
I was wrong.
I'd sing songs of sweet redemption
until the feeling would stay,
but I was wrong.
I was wrong.
Whoa, it hurts so good,
to finally see what I should see.
Whoa, it hurts so good,
to finally learn to move on.
Now this is the beginning,
although it feels like the end,
because I was wrong.
Yeah, I was wrong.
Though I loved you for a long time,
now you are just a friend,
and I was wrong.
I was wrong.
Whoa, it hurts so good,
to finally feel what I should feel.
Whoa, it hurts so good,
to finally learn to move on
Whoa, it hurts so good,
to finally be where I should be.
Whoa, it hurts so good,
and I'd change everything if I could.
A song I wrote in Missouri while on a road trip with a good friend, around a campfire in 25 degree weather in the spring of 2013 as a song for my solo project.
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