I trade this hard love for a sad song.
I trade this sad song for a good time.
I trade this good time for a hard love.
And that's all. I got. For you.

Your ring was in my pocket,
either lost it or I hawked it
I don't know
I don't regret those nights alone
when I let the stories take control
Like a slow fall
And those times i mighta called on you,
crying or just kidding
I was high.

I trade this hard love for a sad song.
I trade this sad song for a good time.
I trade this good time for a hard love.
And that's all. I got. For you.

I trade this hard love for a sad song.
I trade this sad song for a good time.
I trade this good time for a hard love.
And that's all. I got. For you.
And that's all. I got. For you.
And that's all. I got. For you.