Lyrics

You can call me optimistically sober,
but that's the only way I know to win you over.
If the nights that I had given you were longer,
I would have been happy to admit that I was wrong, girl.
It's a shame I let you think I didn't want to.
It was my pride that I was sick of holding on to, oh girl,
but now I'm broken-hearted.

From one lover to another,
I'll give your heart another moment to recover.

If recovery is going to exhaust you,
I would hate to let you feel like I had lost you,
oh girl, but now I'm broken.