Not Ready to Make Nice
Words and Music by Emily Robison, Martie Maguire, Natalie Maines and Dan Wilson; Arr. by Chad Weirick
Forgive, sounds good.
Forget, I’m not sure I could.
They say time heals everything,
but I’m still waiting.
I’m through with doubt.
There’s nothing left for me to figure out.
I’ve paid a price, and I’ll keep paying.
I’m not ready to make nice.
I’m not ready to back down.
I’m still mad as hell, and I don’t have time
to go around and round and round
It’s too late to make it right.
I probably wouldn’t if I could,
‘cause I’m mad as hell, can’t bring myself
to do what it is you think I should.
I know you said, Can’t you just get over it?
It turned my whole world around,
and I kinda liked it.
I’ve made my bed, and I sleep like a baby
with no regrets, and I don’t mind saying
it’s a sad, sad story when a mother
will teach her daughter
that she ought to hate a perfect stranger!
And how in the world
can the words that I said
send somebody so over the edge
that they’d write me a letter
sayin’ that I’d better
shut up and sing or my life will be over?
I’m not ready to make nice.
I’m not ready to back down.
I’m still mad as hell,
and I don’t have time
to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right.
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘cause I’m mad as hell,
can’t bring myself
to do what it is you think I should
