So tell me what's the worst

Thing you have done

The treacherous felony

Hid from the sun

It's all thats haunted you

Since first you learned the truth

I feel so criminal

In my own skin

Caught in the act of

A delicate sin

And I was just a boy

But man, thats no excuse

And now

I can't sleep a wink without thinking (a)bout it

The white, fluffy

Smoking cloud I produced

Along with abuse of the most wonderful gift

I wish I could stop thinking of it

And I guess this is the thing

I'm trying to say I'm Sorry

Now it's 2 A.M

I think it's getting late

Worry about this tomorrow

I'm staying up late at night

Writing my sorry note

To a deceased armadillo

But I think it's important

Cause God knows I still regret it