The swan sang with a broken neck

Out by the pool behind the fence

You can't forgive me when

You know if I had the gun I'd

Choose to shoot again

He raised my hands in the backyard

He taught me to be a good shot

You love the sound of sorry

Even when you know I'm not

I'm not

In the holy land of broken homes

Still pretend you don't know

That I took it out back and I

Snapped its neck just like

A wishbone and I let it die

He raised my hands in the backyard

He taught me to be a good shot

You love the sound of sorry

Even when you know I'm not

I'm not