Feels so right in my hands, doesn't take
long to strum stress out of past mistakes,
gotta keep on playin, nothin else excitin,
except falling in love and writin,
or staying in love all along while
the old songs you used to sing come back into style,
the old corners and new years celebratin,
all live behind the man in the mirror i'm facin,
hopefully pacin back and forth being patient,
takes my frustration away in a second, station
to station all songs seem to mention,
the spark of 23rd starting every single engine,
try not to send it, replace it with some sentence,
and keep the past silent and never mentioned,
cause i still love her, and it's been almost a decade,
since i made a mistake the present me never would have made.