Don’t make me sorry
For speaking the truth, however reluctantly
I thought that’s what we wanted
Who wants more than good health to you
Do you drink it away or just your mind?
The weather isn’t sorry
The fire on the ground, the blame all around
It’s not what we wanted
But we hate only who disagree
Is that really the only place they can find?
I’m already sorry
I was long before we met, go ahead take it from me
We both know we’re lost
Who is so sure of themselves in the dark
Skulls and bones are how the Paris caverns are lined