An Apology - Sixpence None The Richer

Questions flew

And words were hurled into the air

And when the smoke had cleared

I saw you lying there

I used my words like bullets in a gun

To pick your ego off like skeet flung

In the gallery of fools

Too many words come from my mouth

I wish would remain unsaid

Oh Ive had to eat them all and now I must confess

It was a silly thing to say to you

It was a silly thing to say to you I know

We know