Sorry - Seth Sentry

I don’t know but I was in a funny mood

Thinking back when I was younger just a scummy youth

I don’t apologise for things that I have done

The word sorry tastes bitter on my tongue

I mean I’ve often felt sorry for someone

Or sorry for myself but I never say sorry when it counts

Cause someone told me stuff my sorrys in a sack

So I poured them all out over this track and it sounded like

Dear Dean, I’m sorry back in junior school I grabbed your uniform

Then I threw it all in the urinal

While you were changing in the cubical so you just chased me naked

Out the gym and then beat me up in the music hall

I’m really sorry to the women I would lead along

And all the girlfriends that I have cheated on

The ones who loved me where I acted like I wanted them

But really I just wanted them to want me it’s obvi

Ously like I wasn’t complete unless I thought you loved me

But I found it hard to love them, I’m sorry that you’re upset

Someone told me stuff my sorrys in a sack

But it’s getting too heavy for my back

I never needed nothing from you all before

Sorry does it make me wrong

I’m tryna say the right things cause I feel like I need it

And I don’t wanna wait too long

I’ve done things you can blame me for

Sorry but there may be more

I’m tryna say the right things cause I feel like I need it

And I don’t wanna take this weight too long

Sorry I stumbled in drunk then I pissed all over your couch

And your lounge and everyone that was sitting on it as well

Sorry I smoke too many cigarettes that ain’t mine

And still steal your lighter at the same time

Sorry I waste time, sorry I’m difficult

I don’t listen to people when I am speaking to em

(It's like I just drift off into other dimensions

So a lot of the time I nod my head every upwards inflection)

And if I forget your name then I just call you bro

I’m sorry I called your Mum bro, bro

I peddled drugs instead of BMXs

A teenage deadshit

With a predilection for being reckless

I remember back in the day we used to go on this website called the anarchist

cookbook

And test out recipes on the neighbours' letterboxes

Man that was fucking awesome, one day we made home made napalm

And accidentally set fire to the tennis club

Sorry I stole your rahzel tape joni

And I’m sorry for making a whole song about saying sorry

But someone told me stuff my sorrys in a sack

But it’s getting too heavy for my back

I never needed nothing from you all before

Sorry does it make me wrong

I’m tryna say the right things cause I feel like I need it

And I don’t wanna wait too long

I’ve done things you can blame me for

Sorry but there may be more

I’m tryna say the right things cause I feel like I need it

And I don’t wanna take this weight too long

When I was young and dumb as hell and owed money to someone foul

I wandered down the road and broke into a summer house

Fucking fell through an open window I found above the shower

Snuck around expecting to find some valuable stuff to sell

But all I found was a toaster and kettle, nothing else thought fuck it well

I’ve come too far to

Just give up now

I left them both in a rubbish bag on their back porch

Cause it was still daylight decided I’d come back for it

Went home and smoked a joint and just forgot

Came back a day later and saw the owners home

Talking to some cops

Someone told me stuff my sorrys in a sack

But I stuffed your toaster in it, I hope you got it back

I’m sorry for the music that I don’t often write as much

But most of all I’m sorry that I don’t apologise enough

Somebody told me stuff my sorrys in a sack

But it’s getting to heavy for my… too heavy for my…

I never needed nothing from you all before

Sorry does it make me wrong

I’m tryna say the right things cause I feel like I need it

And I don’t wanna wait too long

I’ve done things you can blame me for

Sorry but there may be more

I’m tryna say the right things cause I feel like I need it

And I don’t wanna take this weight too long