5 acessos
So tell me what's the worst
thing you have done
the treacherous felony
hid from the sun
It's all thats haunted you
since first you learned the truth
I feel so criminal
in my own skin
caught in the act of
a delicate sin
and I was just a boy
but man, thats no excuse
and now,
I cant sleep a wink without thinking (a)bout it
The white, fluffy
smoking cloud I produced
along with abuse of the most wonderful gift
I wish I could stop thinking of it,
and I guess this is the thing
I'm trying to say I'm Sorry
Now it's 2 A.M
I think it's getting late
worry about this tomorrow
I'm staying up late at night
writing my sorry note
To a deceased armadillo
But I think it's important
cause God knows I still regret it