Valentine's Day, got a table for two
Your black dress, me in my best suit
Two weeks since the last fight
I hope we last the whole night
Glass of champagne, maybe one or two
I say something that I didn't mean to
Drive home, tears in your eyes
We didn't even talk the whole ride
Leave it up to me to make a good thing bad
Picket white fences, but I paint them black
You know that I really could be better than that
But in the moment, I-
I let it get to me
I let it get to me
All of these feelings that I'm dealing with
I'm sorry that they always get the best of me
I let it get to me
I let it mess with me
All of these feelings that I'm dealing with
I'm sorry that you always get the worst of me
Valentine's Day, must be something good
Smiles and kisses just like we should
But little do you know I'm in a bad mood
I shouldn't ever take it out on you
But when I'm caught up in the moment
Yeah, I pick a fight
Yeah, then I gotta make you out to be the bad guy
But winning this is useless
If everybody loses
Leave it up to me to make a good thing bad
Picket white fences, but I paint them black
You know that I really could be better than that
But in the moment, I-
I let it get to me (I let it get to me)
I let it get to me (I let it get to me)
All of these feelings that I'm dealing with
I'm sorry that they always get the best of me
I let it get to me (I let it get to me)
I let it mess with me (I let it mess with me)
All of these feelings that I'm dealing with
I'm sorry that you always get the worst of me
(I'm sorry, yeah)
(I'm sorry, babe)
(I'm sorry, can you come back?)
(Is it too late?)
(Is it too late?)