Unfortunate Patterns

I feel hollow like that one willow tree
That you can climb inside of its boughs
In the dead of winter there's no people here
Yeah the parks in this town they empty out

There were so many little fishes
In the pond, that time that we swam
Little lies turn into bigger fishes
Still swimming that pond inside my mind

And if you'd let me
I would tell you
All the ways that I have changed my mind
And is it too late
For me to demonstrate
All the ways I could apologize

Has there been too many times?
To rewind?
Can we start again?
And maybe I can be a better friend

As I watch he world outside
I'll send this message one last time
To try and save you from my doubt
In all these words I won't let out

Good times and Hopes are fading Fast
The life you've lost at my expense
I won't minimize my place
Live, Laugh, Love and Make Mistakes

And refrain
In shame

Maybe I can learn to just behave
Maybe I can learn to shut my mouth
And keep my hands too myself
Maybe I can learn to just sit down
Right here by myself