I'm a ho-ney-bee, brea-king your heart, broke mine e-nough to kill me.
I let you feel my sting be-fore my last bit-ter-sweet mo-ments of fly-ing.
I thought I heard you say some-thing a-bout be-ing un-de-ser-ving,
but this time not of a Love so great, but of a pain in-flic-ted so self-ish-ly.
I think that you de-serve some form of a-po-lo-gy
So here I am, and here it i-s. I'm sor-ry.
oh-oh-oh. oh-oh-oh.
You were the ba-lloon that drif-ted from the flock in-to my win-dow.
But you slipped right through my fin-gers that grew too ti-re-some to hold you.
I watched you float a-way, watched as it turned in-to des-perate lon-ging.
This time not for some dras-tic change, but for the string that was made to be held by me.
I think that you de-serve some form of a-po-lo-gy.
So here I am, once a-ga-in, I'm sor-ry.
oh-oh-oh. oh-oh-oh.
I don't e-ven want you back
No, I would ne-ver want to risk some-thing like that.
'Cause I lost faith in my-self,
when I turned a-way from the one with the lon-gest stretch of em-bra-cing arms to hold hold hold m-e.
So now I'm all a-lone.
I guess God grew too ti-red to fix the mis-takes he made with Love.
I think his big-gest mis-take was ma-king me.
I think that you de-serve some form of a-po-lo-gy.
So here I am, at the e-nd, I'm sor-ry.
oh-oh-oh. oh-oh-oh.
