Tonight I cried, spilling my tears
And a stray one fell onto your dress
That new dress I bought for you;
You had just washed it.

And I said sorry.
And I’m sorry for saying sorry.

On Sunday I was sick.
I was worried you did not love me.
So I threw up in your toilet
And made such a mess.

So I said I was sorry.
But I’m sorry I said sorry.

On Friday you left me.
And as you passed me
I almost said it again,
But I caught myself.

Cause that’s why you left.
So I’m sorry for saying sorry.