I tend to be a little unhappy when I think about the past    and everything it meant, why the hell can't it last?    I won't bring you to Maine. I can't even explain,    I don't get the light of fucking day.    There's no way.       So you can do what you want to do,    I can't keep on to you.    I can't get over the side you went to.    You took the easy way,    I made the same mistake,    I made the same mistake.