Long Shot

You fucked it up You should have quit
'Till circumstances had changed a bit
You fucked it up You jumped the gun
I swore you off, but you climbed back on And when you said
Of course you know
Could I be blamed if I’d
Wished it so?
I don’t think so You fucked it up Or was it you?
'Cause when you said it, I said it too
What of it?
And all the stuff
I knew before
Just turned into
Please love me more
Please love me more
Please love me more