Psych

Psych

 

I’m sorry for the way I walk

And the way I cut my hair.

I’m sorry for the way I talk

And the way I sometimes stare.

I’m sorry for the lonely nights

You have when I’m not there

And I’m sorry for the late-night fights

We had when we were scared.

I’m sorry for the way I am

And the way I want to be

I’m sorry for the friends I met

And the ones you’ll never meet.

I’m sorry that I’m not on time

And the times I’m suppose to be

I’m sorry for the way I rhyme

And the things and words you see.

I’m sorry that I play guitar

And the way you’re suppose to be

I’m sorry for the way you are

And the things you’ll never see

I’m sorry that I’m sitting here,

Writing on my bed

And I’m sorry that I'm not sorry

For all the things I’ve said.