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