Lyric:: "My Sorry"

It began on an angry Friday night: I was the most dark dreamer around, you the most anxious actor.

The next day I thought my eyes had broken, I thought my world had burst into flames

You were my lover, My anxious lover, My nothing.

We used to scream so well together,

We wanted to run together, around the world,

We wanted it all, nonstop, forever. And

You always made fun of my sorry

You always made fun of my story

I'm Sorry, I'm sorry...

It began on a hairy August evening: I was the most slender barmaid around, you the most legit actor.

then years, The moon was full yet I smelled a funeral that loomed in the park

We used to sing so well together, fuck them.

We wanted to love together, around the world,

We wanted it all, no later just then. And

You always made fun of my sorry

You always made fun of my story

I'm Sorry, I'm sorry...

When I think of that anxious nothing, That anxious nothing and me. How did it come to that? How did we let it?

From weak lines to clothing lines to an actress, So certain one time a geisha

All teary eyed bout to take it to a mattress, I would of tried to dance so that's among my arcana. And

You always made fun of my sorry

You always made fun of my story

I'm Sorry, I'm sorry...

Danced, drank and chased by thieves It would never be over, all my riches for the smiles when I slept so soft against you.

Somewhere a blue-eyed girl in the world is just waiting for a boy. But I did it, Did it right the first time, I don't ever have to do it again. And

You always made fun of my sorry

You always made fun of my story

I'm Sorry, I'm sorry...

Its so hard to change I love this shit with a passion

You call it a moment, I call it life that had to start

Sorrow is it hasn't been serviced in all this time

you knew I could catch a groove like a flash in the dark

You get on with life as a lover, When you hate it but you face shit basically

I'm the law, you know...That law wants you even if nobody wants you - you know the deal, just waitin too...

An angry Boop nestled somewhere in time, An alone devil - no warnings, no signs

Judgment day and the poor saint arrives...Eventually, we all commit crimes

Lost slave to the family. Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners

You swam in ooze making your life worthwhile. Why was it so hard for you to decide which you love more?

But when you stop your talking, You're not too fond of my sorry, You really hate me,

just think back to dreaming,and laugh as...You always made fun of my sorry

You always made fun of my story.....I'm Sorry, I'm sorry...

(c) 2017 Tim BarnesOne Window Darkly Music