If I was in love I think I would have known by now
If I was in love then how can I feel so cold
Trying to understand how I have been here before and still I keep
Taking everyone along these puerile well-worn roads

And what can I do to make it up to you?
What can I say to make you happy again?

I’ve been running like a total child from everything
Just hoping for a difference in my home on return
I don’t think it matters now how much I write or sing
I never truly ever seem to learn a thing

So what can I do to make it up to you?
What can I say to make you happy again?
What can I do to make it up to you?
What can I say to make it ok?