You never talk much any more,
Still sitting here,
Even though I don't feel sure,
Never sure of what to say,
My words are always wrong anyway...
But there's so much to cry about,
And so little to feel bad about,
I still don't have a reason,
And I only have you to blame,
Why so sorry?
It never burned right through,
It just burned out,
Why so sorry?
Just so there's a way out,
Just so you don't drop dead,
From the bullets in your doubt.