I'm sorry for how, I'm sorry for why

I'm sorry for all the cigs I dropped on 95

I'm sorry for where, I'm sorry for when

And I know that you don't want to see my face again

Guess that'd be a start and so it begins

Somebody better fetch me some kind of bucket to purge my sins

There are four people here in this elevator

One of us is the devil, which of us is the devil?

No one's sure that it's not them

I'm checking for hooves, I'm checking for horns

I'm checking for things that might have been there

That I might have ignorеd

I'll say I regret, but you'll be thе judge

'Cause sorry is as sorry does

There's three people now inside this elevator

One of us is the devil or maybe three of us are the devil

'Cause one's sure that it's not them

What's this bouquet composed of?

Arrangement of bones in an optic cup

How do I earn their trust back?

How do I fix what I fucked up?

This is just my first draft so please

Don't put the screws on too tightly

This is just first thought best thought

Coming off the top I can make it just as bad as I want

Wannabe, wannabe