"I'm sorry"
"I'm sorry"
"You're only sorry you got caught"
Yes it's true and right now I'm trying to construe
The way it feels like the river appealed to the feeling of my heels that hanged off the edge of the canoe
Oh honey please tell me that this isn't true
He fucked me but it's fine sweetie, cause I still hold the key
This is nothing new to me
And you threw me off the bed
Next time and caught again
This just can't keep happening but the picture in the picture frame hanging off my face keeps telling you
"I'm sorry"
"I'm sorry"
"You're only sorry you got caught"
Don't tell me those words again cause I fear them
I love you
No please don't do this to me again
Like the diamonds you mend with just your left hand and your continuous strand of the string of men that you weaved
Into my right hand that held your cheek so sweet like the syrupy filling inside your mouth that keeps you addicted like a drug
And oh the way it feels the pounds of the sorries you prescribe like a bottle of nitrogen exploding above my head
So I'll only come back for my bags that are packed under your bed cause God knows I'll back again
