Remember when I called you cause Abby was wasted And didn't know how to get home We drove around til she sobered up And then I went home alone It's kind of funny cause she married Ben And I still see them every now and again And I'm glad they're doing well Sometimes I think I'm doing well too Remember when we realized how much we cared But we still didn't talk for a couple of years So you kept writing letters and I kept writing songs But you can neither give up or admit it's wrong It's kind of funny because most nights I've got so much on my mind But I feel alright or at least okay But I still don't forget it The longest night and the guilt that came with it And I gotta believe something I spent half my life trying to figure it out And the other half trying to believe in nothing And when I wrote this down, I cried And when we used to talk, I lied And when I say that I don't care I think I'm starting to mean it I'm picking up those pieces well This night has gone to hell And we're all, "Let's talk about the past, back when we were made to last" And all I've got in this world Is like thirty five dollars and small amount of skill So I don't mind I'm staying home Avoiding the things that make me hate the most You're on my mind Some night it's better I can't feel worse than that It's all regret I hope it doesn't last forever