I'm sorry



I let you get away before you heard me say

I didn't mean a word I said especially that I want you dead



I'm sorry



We sat on that picnic bench and drank til we started to fence

We used words instead of swords and I don't know who got the award



But I'm sorry



I'm a sorry son of a bitch but nothing I say seems to make you flinch

I'd get down on my knees and say, "Pretty, pretty please!"



I'm on my window ledge eight stories down I'd be hard to catch

a crowd gathers for the hunt and I swear I heard you scream, "Jump!"



You'll be sorry