(Fahey/Detroit/Feldman) 4:16
[the things i said about you]
[maybe we could work it out someday]
Things were going pretty well ’till i died
On that summer afternoon
When you broke down before my eyes
Well i got a streak of meanness
A clumsy way of speaking
And i don’t know where i get it from
It must run in my family
Do i have to go down on my knees?
This is my 16th apology to you
With friends like me who needs enemies
I got a river inside the size of my rage
Which is really something else
When you think of my tender age
Well i got a way about me
But it’s hard for me to see it
And i don’t know when i’m in the wrong
Why am i so hard to please?
This is my 16th apology to you
Do i have to go down on my knees for you
With friends like me who needs enemies
The things i said about you
Were all said yesterday
I didn’t mean to hurt you
Maybe we could work it out someday
Well i got a streak of meanness
A clumsy way of speaking
And i don’t know when i’m in the wrong
Why am i so hard to please?
Do i have to go down on my knees?
This is my 16th apology to you
With friends like me who needs enemies
[didn’t your mother ever tell you]
[to err is human, to forgive is divine]
[oh well, i’ll see you in the next life]