All The Time

I think you called me

And I was gonna call you up

And I'm sorry, so sorry

But there's nothing to be sorry about

I had my own stuff

Things were really piling up

And on paper, you'd wait there

But later's too late, now it's done

(If you'd call)

I can't tell you that it's all the same

I'd be lying if you'd hear me say "I'm fine"

Right now it only hurts

All the ti-i-ime, ti-i-ime, ti-i-i-ime (ti-i-i-ime)

Sometimes I wonder

Just where am I supposed to start

As the seasons keep changing

I can't rearrange all these thoughts

Some type of closure

From something 'bout the way you left

But the someone and somewhere went missing

Now there's nothing at all

(If you'd call)

I can't tell you that it's all the same

I'd be lying if you'd hear me say "I'm fine"

Right now it only hurts

All the ti-i-ime, ti-i-ime, ti-i-i-ime (ti-i-i-ime)

(After all)

I don't see another time and place

But it's hard to look the other way

Guess that's life

Sometimes it just hurts

All the ti-i-ime, ti-i-ime, ti-i-i-ime (ti-i-i-ime)

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Did I say just enough

Should've said something more yeah

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Did I say just enough

Couldn't say nothing more yeah

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Did I say just enough

Should've said something more yeah

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Did I say just enough

Should've said something more yeah