I am not perfect and I don't claim to be And if that's what you wanted Well then I'm so sorry How about a better version of the way that I am? Excuse the mess I didn't see you from behind I caught a glimpse But the reflection's only mine

Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine So this is me swallowing my pride And I go back to December all the time I go back to December

We get down down down Let's get loud loud loud till there's love and nothing else We feel sorry for ourselves We all need somebody's help And I get so overwhelmed till it's hard to tell What I'm thinking 'Cause the more that you give the more that comes

It's maturity that I'm lacking So don't, don't let me go And all you need to know is I'm so sorry It's not like me Just let me know that growing up goes slow. And I'm so sorry, it's not like me Today I'm gonna write a sad song Gonna make it really long

Beautiful morning, you're the sun in my morning babe Nothing unwanted I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I You're the only power (power) You're the only power that can If I ever instigated I’m sorry Tell me who in here can relate, I, I, I I don't even

Just because I'm a woman My mistakes are no worse than yours Yes, I've made my mistakes But listen and understand I can see you're disappointed By the way you look at me And I'm sorry that I'm not The woman you thought I'd be So when you look at me

It oughta be illegal Our love, will climb and mountain Near or far, we are, And we never let it end. And we got nothing to be sorry for. Eyes can see, that we Got a highway to the sky. Don't want to hear goodbye. I don't want to hear your

You'd say I'm sorry But not in that way And I hate to say I love you When it's so hard for me And I hate to say I want you When you make it so clear You don't want me

Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry But we're all unsure how much you've had But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses With wet white trousers on And worlds collide as the evening continues, the dignity

I won't pick up the phone And you can tell me that you're sorry But I don't believe you baby You don't have to call anymore This is the last straw Don't wanna hurt anymore Like I did before You're not sorry, no no All this time I was wasting