I couldn’t let you know I’d gone.
You might’ve thought you’d done something wrong.
Well I can tell you why I’ve been setting fire to the wires that entangle the world.
Sorry that I missed your calls.
But all I wanna do is throw the phone at the wall.
And how many times can you hear that sound.
Don’t leave a message, I’m not around.
You know me.
I’m with you and I’m with you.
Dancing to your rhythm.
Understanding why, I can’t tell you why.
I know I didn’t stick to the plan.
I can tell you sorry but you know that I can’t.
And I can tell you now there’s a whole lot of sound going round in my head like a siren.
I’m going to the river tonight.
Running to the ocean for the turn of the tide.
Turn the tide. Turn the tide. Turn the tide.
You know me.
I’m with you and I’m with you.
Dancing to your rhythm.
Understanding why, I can’t tell you why.
Don’t wanna be a missing person.
I wanna be a better version.
But I don’t wanna put the work in, no, no, no, no.
Wanna be a missing person.
Go missing till my head stops turning.
Even though I know I deserve it.
You know me.
I’m with you and I’m with you.
Dancing to your rhythm.
Understanding why, I can’t tell you why.
I'm a honeybee, breaking your heart, broke mine enough to kill me.
I let you feel my sting before my last bittersweet moments of flying.
I thought I heard you say something about being undeserving,
but this time not of a Love so great, but of a pain inflicted so selfishly.
I think that you deserve some form of apology.
So here I am, and here it is. I'm sorry.
You were the balloon that drifted from the flock into my window.
But you slipped right through my fingers that grew too tiresome to hold you.
I watched you float away, watched as it turned into desperate longing.
This time not for some drastic change, but for the string that was made to be held by me.
I think that you deserve some form of apology.
So here I am, once again, I'm sorry.
I don't even want you back.
No, I would never want to risk something like that.
'Cause I lost faith in myself,
when I turned away from the one with the longest stretch of embracing arms to hold me.
So now I'm all alone.
I guess God grew too tired to fix the mistakes he made with Love.
I think his biggest mistake was making me.
I think that you deserve some form of apology.
So here I am, at the end, I'm sorry.
I've worked so hard on things that never
seemed to pay off. But looking back I
realize they never really meant that
much.
And if you've been let down, it might not
be the last time. I'm sorry, and I know
how it feels when my eyes see a loser in
the mirror. I think "What did I do?" Sure I
fucked up, but I got back up, so that
loser shit's out the window.
And if I let you down, it might not be the
last time. Cheer up, it will hurt much less
tomorrow. We're all tired of fucking up
and that's not just being sorry. It means
brush the dirt off, get up and try again.
When you're sick of trying, how can you
expext to succeed? I can't recall my first
failure, and I'll forget this one too over
time.
And if you've been let down and if it's not
the first time, cheer up, it will hurt much
less tomorrow. We're all tired of fucking
up and that's not just being sorry. It
means brush the dirt off, get up and try
again.