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