It's a little after midnight, there's a couple in the corner
and I wonder what he said, because she's crying.
And I guess they won't remember when they wake up in the morning
with the headache from the whiskey and the wine.
I know that I have said things I regret when I'm sober
'cause we always hurt the ones we love the most.
I messed up and I know it, if I hurt you, girl, I'm sorry
but it's good to see the girl I used to know.
We can dance, but I can't dance
maybe we can stick to holding hands.
Or should we raise a glass
and forget the past.