He sent flowers two days too late I was soothing my wounds in another state And they sat and scorched in the Sun on the steps When I get home, I'll clean up another mess B or C for effort, I guess I don't want to be his teacher But if love is a class He's the one who can't focus Sittin' in the back We let him out into the world despite the skills that he lacks B or C for effort, I guess He kinda sorta maybe tried his best There's a school of thought sayin' people don't change But I'm praying to God that we both rearrange That the broken bones grow back a bit stronger That the loss of friendship doesn't sting much longer And a lesson is learned for whoever is next B or C for effort, I guess We kinda sorta maybe tried our best At the start there was passion, parties and praise By the end it was what's the point anyways You don't wanna hear about what I did today And I don't wanna step foot on another plane For someone who can't even kiss me hello Who has no real interest in spiritual growth His apathy finds a way to cut me right to the bone I give more and he gives less B or C for effort, I guess There's a school of thought sayin' people don't change But I'm praying to God that we both rearrange That the broken bones grow back a bit stronger That the loss of friendship doesn't sting much longer And a lesson is learned for whoever is next B or C for effort, I guess We kinda sorta maybe tried our best A date in a book, a picture of a ring He whispers I'll be saving up for a pretty, shiny thing But July came and went With the money all spent B or C for effort, it's fine It'll all fade away with time