My Apology
Get Up Kids, The
Something To Write Home About (1999)

You’ll be accepting my apology
For taking things too seriously.
Sometimes I’m old enough to keep routines,
Sometimes I’m child enough to scream
For everything. I broke in two.
You’re barely missing me.
I’m missing you
And everything you do.
I really do.
I really do.
Sure I do.

My once photographic memory,
For recollections’s sake is failing me.
I can’t remember for the life of me.

Sometimes I can think to recite
Words that I read and rewrite.
My pens paint people that I’ve proven wrong.

Sometimes I can think to recite
Words that I read and rewrite.
My pens paint people that I’ve proven wrong,
We move on.

Get a job where I tell
All of my accounts of someone else.
I’m quick enough to judge that they were wrong
And that we knew it all along.
Sing a long long-winded song.
I would be content to hum along.
Humm

If I state that my fingers know where to show
What everyone should have known,
I’ll let it go.
Hopefully you’ll forget
Any words that I put in print.
My luck, you’ll change
Have strength enough to walk away.

Sometimes I can think to recite
Words that I read and rewrite.
My pens paint people that I’ve proven wrong.

Sometimes I can think to recite
Words that I read and rewrite.
My pens paint people that I’ve proven wrong,
We move on.

Sometimes I can think to recite
Words that I read and rewrite.
My pens paint people that I’ve proven wrong.

Sometimes I can think to recite
Words that I read and rewrite.
My pens paint people that I’ve proven wrong,
Read and rewrite it wrong.