i'm all alone but there you sit
handsome tall full of... wit?
too stubborn to adimitt when we're wrong
till one of us leaves and they're to long gone
sometimes i'm sorry for the things I say
other times i think its better that way
you need to hear your faults you remind me of mine
you remind me time after time after time after time
and so we sit here alone both being right
to ignorant to say we dont want to fight
I wonder if I said I'm sorry would you say it too
I wont take a chance I'd rather fight w/ you.