My 16th Apology

things were going pretty well till i died

on that sunny afternoon

when you broke down before my eyes

well i got a streak of meaness

a clumsy way of speaking

i dont know where i get it from

it must run in my family



do i have to go down on my knees?

this is my 16th apology to you

with friends like me who needs enemies?



i got a river inside the size of my rage

which is really something else

when you think of my tender age

well i got a way about me

but its hard for me to see it

and i dont know when im in the wrong

why am i so hard to please?



this is my 16th apology

do i have to go down on my knees

with friends like you who needs enemies



the things i said about you

were all sand yesterday

i didnt mean to hurt you

maybe we could work it out someday