You make me forget

What a joke I have become

For all the flowers that I didn't buy

For all the songs that I didn't write

For all the days I could have spent

For all the months we could have shared the rent

For all the dates on which I turned up late

And for all the excuses I could have made

For all the gestures bastardised by untruth

And all the brittle promises I made to you

For all the calls I never made

And all the attention

I never paid

For all the men you might have met

And all the time we cried in secret

For all the weeks we've been apart

And all the times I said that it would start

From here on in

I'm sorry now

Sorry now

I'm sorry now