Save your sorry. One thing I don’t need is any more apologies. I got sorry greeting me at my front door. You can keep yours. I don’t know what to do with them. I’m gonna have to throw some away I can’t get to the clothes in my closet for all the sorries. I’m gonna tack a sign on my door, leave a message by the phone. If you called to say you’re sorry, call somebody else. I don’t use ‘em anymore. I let sorry, didn’t mean to, and how could I know about that take a walk down a dark and musty street in Brooklyn. I’m gonna do exactly what I want to and I won’t be sorry for none of it. Let a sorry soothe your soul. I’m gonna soothe mine. You were always inconsistent doing something and then being sorry. Beating my heart to death talking bout you sorry. Well I will not call, I’m not going to be nice. I will raise my voice, scream and holler, break things and race the engine and tell all your secrets bout yourself to your face. I won’t be sorry for none of it. I loved you on purpose I was open on purpose. I still crave vulnerability and loose talk. I’m not even sorry bout you being sorry. You can carry all the guilt and grime ya wanna just don’t give it to me. I can’t use another sorry. Next time you should admit you’re mean, down low and low down, trifling. And no count straight out. Instead of being sorry all the time, enjoy being yourself.

My love is too beautiful to have it thrown back on my face.