To tell you I'm sorry For everything that I've done But when I call you never Seem to be home For breaking your heart But it don't matter, it clearly Doesn't tear you apart anymore Oh, anymore I must've called a thousand times (thousand times)

I'm sorry for everything Oh, everything I've done We can let this drift away Oh, we let this drift away From the second that I was born it seems I had a loaded gun And then I shot, shot, shot a hole through everything I loved Oh, I shot, shot, shot a