I told lies to your family
Concerning your whereabouts
They feel so sorry for me
I invented jealous stories
My imagination ran wild
I made myself so angry
The night that you insulted me
I lay awake thinking

Clever things I could have said
My thoughts kept turning to Bobby Peru
How would he handle this one
'S' is for sorry for all that I did
Now is the time to turn it all around
I know what is the matter so why can't I fix it
Forgive me please

I had lunch with an old girlfriend
Who knows all my faults
And pretends to want to help
She said I really don't mind
Your keeping secrets from me
But please don't keep them from yourself
Murder is bad, and suicide is sad
Why would a girl like that put her head in the oven?
You have your theories, and I got one too
It's such a waste

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Writer(s): DEAN WAREHAM, JUSTIN HARWOOD, SEAN EDEN