Oh, I'm sorry
I thought the headphones in my ears
And the book in my hands
Made it pretty clear
I have no interest in speaking with you
Let alone acknowledging you
Oh, I'm sorry
I thought when you said the words
I love you
It meant you actually wanted to be with me
That you actually cared
How silly of me
Oh, I'm sorry
I thought you were such a nice guy
Who would be by my side
Who would be proud of me
Even as we grew old and forgetful
I guess that's too much to ask anymore
Oh, I'm sorry
For ever thinking when you said you would be right back
That you might actually come back
Perhaps with some roses
And an apology you practiced in your head fifteen times
I really do need to get with the program, don't I?