I'm sorry for what I did. I did what my body told me to. I didn't mean to do you harm. Everytime I pin down what I think I want, it slips away...the ghost slips away.
Smell you on my hand for days. I can't wash away your scent. If I'm a dog, then you're a bitch. I guess you're as real as me. Maybe I can live with that. Maybe I need fanstasy. Life of chasing Butterfly.
I'm sorry for what I did. I did what my body told me to. I didn't mean to do you harm. Everytime I pin down what I think I want, it slips away...the ghost slips away.
I told you I would return when the robin makes his nest, but I ain't never coming back. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
