Sorry

I'm sorry

I let you get away before you heard me say
I didnt 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 dont 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!

Im on my window ledge eight stories down Id be hard to catch
A crowd gathers for the hunt and I swear I heard you scream, jump!

You'll be sorry