I'm so sorry I ruined your image of me
So sorry
You lay there on your back telling me how to act
You're a crass little ass
I bet that accent isn't your own
A lot is revealed in your jokes
You want me to be the coy, demure,
waiting in the corner smiling at everyone you know
Well, I've got bullets coming out of my eyes
Pointed right at you; they're coming through my smile
I'm so sorry I ruined your image of me
I'm sorry
So sorry
I said yes more than I should, Mr Wrong, I did, I did
You followed me to my house because you knew you can
Then, sitting on the barstool, I took my fistful of quarters;
they came across your head
I ran away when you fell
Felt like I was runnng away from a lifelong habit of hell
A lifelong habit of hell
I'm so sorry I ruined your image of me
I'm sorry
So sorry