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