You said that we'd meet half way but at this pace we'll never be in the same place i am running out of limbs i'm down to the last leg of this race so, if you pass me by again please hit the brakes because you're the only one who knows what it takes to be the apple of my eye and how bitter that tastes hopping towards the finish line i am hoping that things will work out fine but i know that i will soon come to find that all the mistakes that were made were mine so, if you pass me by again please hit the break because you're the only one who knows what it takes to be the apple of my eye and how bitter that tastes i'm sorry for everything i said except for the apologies i'm sorry for being sorry but sometimes you've got to do these things i've said it all before i'm rotten to the core everyday that goes by i want this more and more so here it is, i'll finally admit this shit i fucked up i'm fucked up