You say sorry
Every hour
Every day of the week
And I’m sick of it
My heart’s burnt to a crisp
And I don’t know how to tell you

And you don’t care
And I can tell
Yeah you’re sorry
Yeah I’ve heard that one
“Did you hear me?
Did you miss that?”
Not surprising
Not the first time

And I feel like ending it all tonight
‘Cause the way that you’ve been treating me feels just like a knife
To my throat while I cry and I wonder why
I had to be told of an afterlife
And I feel like ending it all tonight
‘Cause I know that it’d be easier than talking it out
And I hope and I pray that you change your ways
But I’m not holding my breath, unless I’m hoping for death

In a hurry
Every hour
But still late every day
And you’re on your way
To a place that you’ll hate
And I think that you have to go

And I do mind
And you can’t tell
Yeah you’re sorry
Yeah I’ve heard that one
There’s a consequence and you feel bad
Yeah you’re sensitive and I get that
“Are you up there?
Are you coming down?
Do you expect me to wait around?
Did you hear me?
Did you miss that?”
Not surprising
Not the first time

And I feel like ending it all tonight
‘Cause the way that you’ve been treating me feels just like a knife
To my throat while I cry and I wonder why
I had to be told of an afterlife
And I feel like ending it all tonight
‘Cause I know that it’d be easier than talking it out
And I hope and I pray that you change your ways
But I’m not holding my breath, unless I’m hoping for death
And I feel like ending it all