Things Were Going Pretty Well Till I Died

On That Sunny Afternoon

When You Broke Down Before My Eyes

Well I Got A Streak Of Meaness

A Clumsy Way Of Speaking

I Dont Know Where I Get It From

It Must Run In My Family



Do I Have To Go Down On My Knees?

This Is My 16th Apology To You

With Friends Like Me Who Needs Enemies?



I Got A River Inside The Size Of My Rage

Which Is Really Something Else

When You Think Of My Tender Age

Well I Got A Way About Me

But Its Hard For Me To See It

And I Dont Know When Im In The Wrong

Why Am I So Hard To Please?



This Is My 16th Apology

Do I Have To Go Down On My Knees

With Friends Like You Who Needs Enemies



The Things I Said About You

Were All Sand Yesterday

I Didnt Mean To Hurt You

Maybe We Could Work It Out Someday