Seven a.m.
The garbage [bad word] beeps as it backs up
And I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away
Could I push rewind?
The credits traverse, signifying the end
But I missed the best part
Could we please go back to start?
Forgive my indecision

Then again, then again, then again you're always first when no one's on your side
But then again, then again, then again a day [bad word] when I want off that ride

Eleven a.m.
By now you would think that I would be up
But my bedsheets shade the heat of choices I've made
And what did I find?
I never thought I could want someone so much
Cause now you're not here and I'm knee deep in that old fear
Forgive my indecision
I am only a man

Then again, then again, then again you're always first when no one's on your side
But then again, then again, then again a day [bad word] when I want off that ride

Twelve p.m. and my dusty telephone rings
Heavy head up from my pillow, who could it be?
I hope it's you

Then again, then again, then again you're always first when no one's on your side
But then again, then again, then again the day [bad word] and I want off that ride! ♡