Sorry

Music and Lyric by David W. Jacobsen
Copyright 2005. All Rights Reserved.

Sorry I wrote that song about you
I'm sorry I used your name
But you left me standing with a pen in hand
And a pride I couldn't tame

And if I see you out on Oxford Street
Walking in that place
Would you stop to greet me
Or would you punch me in the face?

Would you kick me in the head?
Do you wish that I was 6 feet under?
Do you wonder
What became of me?

Would you put poison in my tea?
Do you ever think about
Who you live with without
And what will never be?

Sorry I wrote that song about you
I'm sorry I told the tale
But you left me standing with more to say
and no hope to prevail

And if you see me out on Oxford Street
I expect no embrace
But would you stop to say hello
Or would you spit into my face?

Would you punch me in the nose?
Would you step upon my feet?
Was it my conceit
That sent you far away?

Would you jab me in the leg?
Was it something that I spoke?
I didn't mean to provoke
And I said I was sorry
And I said I was sorry