Sorry that I made you cry
Sorry you hang off of me
Sorry that you want to die
Hope it isn't cause of me
True love's late to find you
Moonlight starts to make you sick
The dog will bark at children walking home
Gunshot sounds and the smell of krispy kreme
Sorry that I made you cry
Sorry you hang off of me
I believe you are special but
I don't believe you're made for me
One will read your tarot cards
One will read you smut
One will ask have you read Jung
They all want to lock you up
But freedoms always out reach
And yet its always in the past
It was never there if you ask me
Why do you spit when I say that
Sorry that I've got to go
Somethings happening in the Old City
Sorry that you want to die
Hope it isn't cause of me
Hope it isn't cause of me
I sure hope it isn't cause of me