I'm sorry don't mean a thing,

When you've heard it so god damn many times that you forget what the words even mean.

At the end of another day I go and drink myself to sleep. it's just what I need.

That and some speed.

I know that I don't always tell the truth.

But when you know it's gonna do more harm than good, then what the fuck is a man supposed to do.

So I smoke away my guilt and shame, and I drink to kill the pain.

It's just what I do.

It's just what I do.

If I knew my way back home I would've made it there by now.

Hell, I don't know.

Distractions everywhere I go.

Coz I never learned to function like most people, I get drunk.

Shit, I don't know, how to keep from letting go.

So I'm just waiting for the devil to come and take my soul.

I'll probably just fuck things up again.

'bout the time I've cleaned up this whole mess I put us in.

It's killing me inside to know that I'm hurting you again.

But, where to begin, to undo the knots of this tangled web i spin.

I'm sorry don't mean a thing, when them scars are just too deep to fade away like the memories...