Sorry

No, I mean it, I’m really sorry; here I’ll say it again I want you to know it, but the more I say it The less it means in the end Working for respect’s like climbing a mountain And I think I’m losing my grip Once I’m falling and I think I’m falling There’s no getting back on it But my face makes that sorry shape I know who I am, but I lost my grace I'm getting a stick and I march for more Now I was wrong, everybody knows My mouth is moving but nothing’s changing I just can’t leave it alone Nervous defense that’s doubled to senseless Milked it dry like a bone I milked it dry like a bone I just can’t leave it alone I milked it dry like a bone I just can’t leave it alone But my face makes that sorry shape I know who I am, but I lost my grace I'm getting a stick and I march for more Now I was wrong, everybody knows Everybody knows No, I mean it, I’m really sorry; here I’ll say it again I want you to know it that the more I say it The less it means in the end