Sorry
Your letter's tacked on the wallso I can get my kicks
and I'm throwing darts straight for your heart
just like a crucifix
and I'm screamingthere's a pillow under my headsorry
so my dreams have a place to project
cause when you've lost the place for your hopes to go
they must stay in your head
and I'm feelingtrying to convince myselfsorry
the boy is gone
hard to believe I could be deceived
by myself, I was so wrong
and I'm bleedingneed to get out of this roomsorry
too many memories
like paintings on the wall, I see them, they make me fall
into a hopeless dream
and I'm fallingsorry
