I always trust the wrong people.
And by that I just mean myself.
Everyone says you should trust your gut.
But I don't remember the last time that helped.
Maybe it's just how I phrase things.
My tendency to crave change.
Could be a number of things, I don't know.
But my god, I wish I had stayed.
I could blame you for not running out after me.
But I won't, no I won't.

'Cause I tried to fix you.
But it was me who was broken.
I tried to close doors.
That weren't even open.
And I wish you had stayed mine.

No I won't say I regret it.
But it's obvious that I'm close.
'Cause I can't forget how you tasted.
It's twisting the knife.
And killing me slow.
Do I just keep praying that you never felt imperfect.
Imperfect 'cause of me.

'Cause I tried to fix you.
But it was me who was broken.
I tried to close doors.
That weren't even open.
And I wish you had stayed mine.
(I, I)

'Cause I tried to fix you.
But it was me who was broken.
I tried to close doors.
That weren't even open.
'Cause I tried to fix you.
But it was me who was broken.
I tried to close doors.
That weren't even open.
(I, I) Tried to fix you.
(I, I) (I, I) (I, I)