Lyric Sorry

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