I'm sorry I'm a bad person
That I steal and lie
Those sunglasses I gave you?
Sorry, I shoplifted them from Walmart

I'm sorry I'm ****** up
That I have terrible tales from my terrible childhood
The stories?
None of them have I made up
Sorry, it's just the way I was raised

I'm sorry I get depressed
That some days are good and other days I can't even talk to you
And those days?
You're the only fix for them
Sorry, I really can't help it

You're ill-equipped to deal with my ****
And that's not your fault.