Mistakes.
Mistakes.
Mistakes.
Thatâs what they always were, What you always called them.
I shouldâve known, Shouldâve known they werenât mistakes.
You looked at every girl, The way a single man would.
You flirted with every girl, And told me it was just friendly talking.
You hugged your friends, The girls, A little longer than you should have.
And you looked.
And looked.
And looked.
Like you wanted them, Not me.
Like you wanted a one night stand, Not me.