What if I said I was sorry, would it make much sense to crawl
When I've apologised countless times and changed nothing at all?
Inside the dogs are barking, I'm a booze hound on the run
But when I stop and the dust has cleared I can see what I have done
Words turn into bullets with shots of alcohol
And I'm in a million pieces but I want to be a whole
Do you have two wings I could borrow?
I will bring them back in time
You can keep my arrows, I just want to find my mind
I hope that one day my words will mean something again
I hope that one day I will be good enough to love you like you should be