The Sorry Note – Balance Problems – letras

So tell me what’s the worstthing you have donethe treacherous felonyhid from the sunIt’s all thats haunted yousince first you learned the truthI feel so criminalin my own skincaught in the act ofa delicate sinand I was just a boybut man, thats no excuseand now,I cant sleep a wink without thinking (a)bout itThe white, fluffysmoking cloud I producedalong with abuse of the most wonderful giftI wish I could stop thinking of it,and I guess this is the thingI’m trying to say I’m SorryNow it’s 2 A.MI think it’s getting lateworry about this tomorrowI’m staying up late at nightwriting my sorry noteTo a deceased armadilloBut I think it’s importantcause God knows I still regret it