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?