Wait I'd doubt you'd save me the time lift up you head tell me
That you're sorry tethered by words you'd say to pass the time
Try not to ferment it tell me that you're sorry just tell me that you're sorry
And if I can't come back from this flawed mind tell me what to do
And if I do collapse from all the truth's that I lack
Cos I am not able to wake myself for you and I'll try not to see it
Tell me that you're sorry tell me that you're sorry about it
