Concussion Reverie: Reflections on Love, Change, and Regret

Even if you count it like I was the last one to cause me, baby Concussion, repose it once Shoot another shot just stop the feeling You can change just the way you are Make an excuse, not a stupid reason Good luck with you, well good luck with you Yeah, just shut the world just to stop the feeling Good luck with you, well good luck with you Yeah, just shut the world just to stop the feeling When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night With your head in your hands, you’re nothing more than his wife And when you think about me, all of those years ago And thanks to things with I told you so You know I hate to say it, I told you so You know I hate to say it, but I told you so Concussion, repose it once Shoot another shot just stop the feeling You can change just the way you are Make an excuse, not a stupid reason