I'm sorry i'm bad, i'm sorry i'm blue
I'm sorry about all the things i said to you
And i know i can't take it back
I love how you kiss, i love all your sounds
And baby the way you make my world go 'round
And i just wanted to say i'm sorry.
It's your bed
Please choose a side
I’ll take the one closest to the door
And you start to speak
The words you try to justify
Do far more wrong than anything you do
So grab the coat, the keys
The tension speaks but we're singing it
I'll tap the brake while you crack the window
The smell of smoke is making my lungs explode
The 51 is backed up and too slow
Let’s tune out by turning on the radio
And how long will it take before I wake up unafraid to take you in my arms
and hold you like a lucky charm?
I know it's too late but wait for me to turn around.
I'm coming home so if you're leaving, walk slow.
every normal man must be tempted, at times,
to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag,
and begin slitting throats.
You say that you're leaving
Well that comes as no surprise
Still I kinda like this feeling
Of being left behind
This ain't nothing new to me
Well it's just like going home
It's kinda like those sunsets
That leave you feeling so stoned