I'm sorry I let you get away before you heard me say I didn't mean a word I said especially that I want you dead I'm sorry We sat on that picnic bench and drank til we started to fence We used words instead of swords and I don't know who got the award But I'm sorry I'm a sorry son of a b**h but nothing I say seems to make you flinch I'd get down on my knees and say, pretty, pretty please! I'm on my window ledge eight stories down I'd be hard to catch A crowd gathers for the hunt and I swear I heard you scream, jump! You'll be sorry