you said that we'd meet half way
but at this pace
we'll never be in the same place
i am running out of limbs
i'm down to the last leg of this race
so, if you pass me by again
please hit the brakes
because you're the only one
who knows what it takes
to be the apple of my eye
and how bitter that tastes
hopping towards the finish line
i am hoping that things will work out fine
but i know that i will soon come to find
that all the mistakes that were made were mine
so, if you pass me by again
please hit the break
because you're the only one
who knows what it takes
to be the apple of my eye
and how bitter that tastes
i'm sorry for everything i said
except for the apologies
i'm sorry for being sorry
but sometimes you've got to do these things
i've said it all before
i'm rotten to the core
everyday that goes by
i want this more and more
so here it is, i'll finally admit this shit
i fucked up
i'm fucked up
