Truant from Midline Errors by Midline Errors

I came to in seething pain with a skidmark on my brain
It was half past noon and a dull stench filled the room
And I tried to pick myself up off the floor
But I couldn't make it to the door
And there were people there
With funny colors in their hair
It takes a fool to say he's sorry.. God I'm sorry.. not!

I left her house at 6:00am
And I kissed her lips good night
But the new sun had appeared to conquer me with light
And I squinted as I fumbled for my keys
And a sudden wind wisped through the trees
And I looked up to see there ain't nobody else but me
It takes a love to say he's sorry.. Yeah I'm sorry.. right!

I've got no friends that let me down

I felt my life was screeching by
It was time to set things straight
To crack down and use what's there
Beneath this metal plate
And when the money came I thought it all was great
But I learned the lesson much too late
Who are those people there who never look
They only stare?
It takes a friend to say he's sorry.. God I'm sorry..

I've got no friends that let me down
I've got no friends - I let them down!

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