I often talk myself into a hole
And dig my heels into the mess I've made
And all the things I know I shouldn't say
I say them anyway
I like to think that I've got some control
That only now and then I let you down
The truth is I see a stomping ground
As you tiptoe around
Oh sorry
What's "sorry"
When "sorry" ain't enough to change your mind?
I like to put my back against the wall
And shoot where I see shadows in the light
Goddamn my newfound tendency to fight
To always be right
I'm sorry
What's "sorry"
When "sorry" ain't enough to change your mind?