Four Years Too Late
I think I owe you an apology
An apology that is perhaps four years too late
I'm stammering and fumbling
Mumbling the words I simply cannot say
In my pockets I carry to many IOUs
I've lost track of the times I beguiled you
The murmured whispers of me were true
You should have walked away before you knew
And now I am the battered and the bruised
Wishing I had never pulled away from you
So here is my apology four years too late
And not one year too soon
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