If I figured it out too late, you
would possibly know that I don't have a clue
But maybe that's something you already know
Feel, touch, there's no going slow
And if there was something I would need you to hear
I'd whisper it in your ear
Not in person, of course - just on the line
Your voice drips with sleep in the night time
And I'm sorry I ruined what you thought I was
But I can't be sorry when you ruined me just because.