She explained it produced chemicals in her brain, and she 
could clench themuscles in her gut until she went back in 
time. I remember sitting on the un-cut
lawn. I remember watching you sipping from a straw. He'll 
never be sorry,
and of course you'll blame your body. Or maybe I'm 
completely wrong. I
think I liked you better when we were an ocean apart. 
Went from waiting for
letters in the mail to avoiding you in the hall. Believe 
me when I say to
you, I don't enjoy saying that I told you so. Believe me 
when I say to you
I take absolutely no responsiblity for where you are now. 
He'll never be
sorry, he's like that to everybody. I guess that's just 
the way it is. He'll
never be sorry, and of course you blame your body. Or 
maybe I'm one hundred
percent completely off the mark.