| It’s hard to say now who left first
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| It used to seem so clear
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| You and I were tangled from the start
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| Somehow the scales just fell away
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| And I’m left standing here
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| Blown open in the hole that was my part
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| I wrap the dark around me
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| There’s no solace here tonight
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| Just wishing and regret for company
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| My glass is raised for all the ways
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| We tried to get it right
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| And I’m sorry for the ones we couldn’t be
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| I’m so sorry for the ones we couldn’t be
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| Looking through these photographs
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| Searching for a clue
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| How you and I got tangled from the start
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| Not even blood could forge a bond
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| Enough to get us through
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| Or stem the tides that pulled us far apart
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| I’m sorry for the ways I couldn’t give you
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| What you needed
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| For all the ways I strung us both along
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| They say it goes both ways and I suppose
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| I could concede it
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| Seems to matter more, now that you’re gone
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| And though it seems much kinder
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| Just to leave some things unsaid
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| Like all the ways I tore myself apart
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| If you really want forgiveness
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| You better try the truth instead
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| It may not be enough, but it’s a start
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| I wrap the dark around me
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| And there’s no solace here tonight
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| There’s just wishing and regret for company
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| My glass is raised for all the ways
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| We tried to get it right
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| And I’m sorry for the ones we couldn’t be
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| I’m so sorry for the ones
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| Sorry for the ones
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| I’m sorry for the one I couldn’t be |