If anyone was headed for the gates of hell I knew you'd be first I used to picture your obituary and I wished you the worst The danger of the playground The radio said you drowned I'm sorry almost Almost sorry
No sympathy is given to the perpetrator charged with the crime I'm willing to admit that it feels good to be a victim sometimes I won't ever get to thank you For the terrible things you said I'm sorry almost
That you're dead to the world where I hoped you would be Never imagined you'd live on in me You gave me destination but I paid for the ride The place you pushed my ticket left a crater inside Where I cried (he cried) Where I cried (you died)
Where I cried from the bruises learned to live with the scars Now you live in the mirror when I look there you are You're the shadow on the faces of the people I meet Have you claimed eternal shotgun in my passenger seat Well I'm sorry almost Almost sorry
Sometimes the best design is done by damage The accident concedes A rainbow still looks pretty when it bleeds