Lyrics
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
