i ll say sorry if i ve been carried i ll apologize when i m finally free of the everyday and droll the average and old and what lives in me i ll be sorry when i ve crapped out down in the dumps when i let that monster out but it s bound to break free bust out and bury me that s the way it goes i don t care for the cries and the sighs they re exhausting and affected i d rather it was all buried deep inside to leave me unaffected left to a stoic silence to sleep like hopeful little whispers sweet words to ears eyes deaf and blind unrequited slights suffering despite what lives in me i ve been crafting my excuses captured and caged emotion and lust but it s bound to break free bust out and bury me that s the way it goes i don t care for the cries and the sighs they re exhausting and affected i d rather it was all buried deep inside to leave me unaffected left to a stoic silence to sleep don t be so obvious stop being envious it s all so ponderous you ll catch your death in it i m just an innocent ain t got a stake in it oblivious and bent if i say i m sorry will i be 