I hoped one day I knew what could happen Just none now It's a group fever, count me out I want it to be right No desperation, no early thinking, no doubt It was everything I wanted, including you with it And the thought that counts Tell me why I'm 16 and we're broken up? Complicated high-school drama Stick to our guns. We're just young Is this really what love is like? Can't be sure. I don't wanna make mistakes I still need to make more mistakes That ring was my first regret You are my first love, and mistakes sent me to you I miss that ring! I miss you Shoulda, coulda, woulda I miss that feeling It's a group fever, count me out I want it to be right No desperation, no early thinking, no doubt It was everything I wanted, including you with it And the thought that counts Tell me why I'm 16 and we're broken up? Complicated high-school drama Stick to our guns. We're just young Is this really what love is like? Can't be sure. I don't wanna make mistakes I still need to make more mistakes That ring was my first regret You are my first love, and mistakes sent me to you I miss that ring! I miss you Shoulda, coulda, woulda I miss that feeling Yes, it's true