CHORUS (x2): You can always get it right next time, next time You can always get it right next time
You can count on me to mess it up You can count on me to let you down again And in time you'll see that I'm your only friend
CHORUS (x2)
Comfort in community obliterated Given opportunity I hesitated Even my humility's humiliated
CHORUS (x2)
Next time, next time
When you die they make a list of every love you never kissed Of each regret and each mistake Every choice you'll fail to make Oh well... Oh well... Oh well...
It's a shame I have to wait until the ending Everything I've yet to break is surely bending Every vow I ever take is just pretending That this mess I make is worth defending