one thing i don’t need is any more apologies
i got sorry greetin me at my front door
you can keep yrs i don’t know what to do wit em
they dont open doors or bring the sun back
they dont make me happy or get a mornin paper
didnt nobody stop usin my tears to wash cars
cuz a sorry
i am simply tired of collectin
i didnt know  i was so important toyou
i’m gonna haveta throw some away
i cant get to the clothes in my closet for alla the sorries
i’m gonna tack a sign to my door leave a message by the phone
‘if you called to say yr sorry
call somebody else
i dont use em anymore’
i let sorry/
didnt meanta/
& how cd i know abt that
take a walk down a dark & musty street in brooklyn
i’m gonna do exactly what i want to
& i wont be sorry for none of it
letta sorry soothe yr soul/
i’m gonna soothe mine
you were always inconsistent doin somethin & then bein sorry
beatin my heart to death talkin bout you sorry
well i will not call
i’m not goin to be nice
i will raise my voice
& scream
& holler
& break things
& race the engine
& tell all yr secrets bout yrself to yr face
& i will list in detail everyone of my wonderful lovers
& their ways
i will play oliver lake loud
& i wont be sorry for none of it
i loved you on purpose
i was open on purpose
i still crave vulnerability
& close talk
& i’m not even sorry bout you bein sorry
you can carry all the guilt & grime ya wanna just dont give it to me
i cant use another sorry
next time you should admit you’re mean/ low-down/ triflin/
& no count straight out
steada bein sorry alla the time enjoy bein yrself

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