titles and i don't mix

wishin i could dvr my life so that i could turn back timepress rewind
reword my thoughts or turn off my mind
and maybe just maybe i wouldn't have said what i said
tossing and turning in my bed is more like fighting and wrestling my sheets
pillows waking up face front to the floor
sheets pushed to one side my body half ass hangin near the door
phone renewing it's life on my desk just to die in my hands the instant my heart fell out of my chest
when you agreed to walk away
had a good run but just not today
let's be friends
hold hands, have a good conversation about your future plans
without me in it not a good thought let me cry myself to sleep again
keep feelin like my chest is in the middle of a highway
unable to runaway
gettin run over by a semi in the fast lane
wake up and i'm still living but not alive
praying for God to turn back time
maybe just maybe we can compromise
meet the sisters of fate that obviously got my life intertwined
with someone else's life
wishing i was blind cuz this can't be reality focused through my eyes
still dying inside
because i decided to say what i felt inside wished i would have swallowed it whole
allowed life to take its tole
without these days of what ifs, maybe this, perhaps by chance, what did i say, do i step forward or do i step back, sit, stand, love, or not, talk, hold it in, maybe then
i wouldn't be laying on my bed closing my eyes to rewind time when it was you and i
why the hell couldn't i hold it inside?
got me saying fuck you to life
because this recording won't stop and let me re-record where i fucked up
and didn't shut up
and hung up the phone saying goodbye for the last time
knowing damn well that i need you in my life