I trade this hard love for a sad song. I trade this sad song for a good time. I trade this good time for a hard love. And that's all. I got. For you. Your ring was in my pocket, either lost it or I hawked it I don't know I don't regret those nights alone when I let the stories take control Like a slow fall And those times i mighta called on you, crying or just kidding I was high. I trade this hard love for a sad song. I trade this sad song for a good time. I trade this good time for a hard love. And that's all. I got. For you. I trade this hard love for a sad song. I trade this sad song for a good time. I trade this good time for a hard love. And that's all. I got. For you. And that's all. I got. For you. And that's all. I got. For you.