narrator
11-25-2002, 06:19 PM
Shit
It’s too late now
I can’t start at this point
I can’t repent, I don’t know how
I don’t know how to take it back
I can’t find the words to let you know
That I’m sorry
But that I’m really not
That I want an apology
But I really don’t
I don’t know
I suppose I’ll never say what I want to say
We’re never meant to express ourselves that clearly
But for me
You said
It so perfectly
Breathe
Is just what I remember to do
I can’t say anything good enough
I can’t make it up, to you
It’s too late now
I can’t start at this point
I can’t repent, I don’t know how
I don’t know how to take it back
I can’t find the words to let you know
That I’m sorry
But that I’m really not
That I want an apology
But I really don’t
I don’t know
I suppose I’ll never say what I want to say
We’re never meant to express ourselves that clearly
But for me
You said
It so perfectly
Breathe
Is just what I remember to do
I can’t say anything good enough
I can’t make it up, to you