one
thing i don’t need
is
any more apologies
i
got sorry greetin me at my front door
you
can keep yrs
i
don’t know what to do wit em
they
dont open doors
or
bring the sun back
they
dont make me happy
or
get a mornin paper
didnt
nobody stop usin my tears to wash cars
cuz
a sorry
i
am simply tired
of
collectin
i
didnt know
i
was so important to you
i’m
gonna haveta throw some away
i
cant get to the clothes in my closet
for
alla the sorries
i’m
gonna tack a sign to my door
leave
a message by the phone
‘if
you called
to
say yr sorry
call
somebody
else
i
dont use em anymore’
i
let sorry/ didnt meanta/ & how cd i know abt that
take
a walk down a dark & musty street in brooklyn
i’m
gonna do exactly what i want to
&
i wont be sorry for none of it
letta
sorry soothe yr soul/ i’m gonna soothe mine
you
were always inconsistent
doin
somethin & then bein sorry
beatin
my heart to death
talkin
bout you sorry
well
i
will not call
i’m
not goin to be nice
i
will raise my voice
&
scream & holler
&
break things & race the engine
&
tell all yr secrets bout yrself to yr face
&
i will list in detail everyone of my wonderful lovers
&
their ways
i
will play oliver lake
loud
&
i wont be sorry for none of it
i
loved you on purpose
i
was open on purpose
i
still crave vulnerability & close talk
&
i’m not even sorry bout you bein sorry
you
can carry all the guilt & grime ya wanna
just
dont give it to me
i
cant use another sorry
next
time
you
should admit
you’re
mean/ low-down/ triflin/ & no count straight out
steada
bein sorry alla the time
enjoy
bein yrself