one thing i don’t need 
is any more apologies 
i got sorry greetin me at my front door 
you can keep yrs 
i don’t know what to do wit em 
they dont open doors 
or bring the sun back 
they dont make me happy 
or get a mornin paper 
didnt nobody stop usin my tears to wash cars 
cuz a sorry

i am simply tired 
of collectin 
i didnt know 
i was so important toyou 
i’m gonna haveta throw some away 
i cant get to the clothes in my closet 
for alla the sorries 
i’m gonna tack a sign to my door 
leave a message by the phone 
‘if you called 
to say yr sorry 
call somebody 
else 
i dont use em anymore’ 
i let sorry/ didnt meanta/ & how cd i know abt that 
take a walk down a dark & musty street in brooklyn 
i’m gonna do exactly what i want to 
& i wont be sorry for none of it 
letta sorry soothe yr soul/ i’m gonna soothe mine

you were always inconsistent 
doin somethin & then bein sorry 
beatin my heart to death 
talkin bout you sorry 
well 
i will not call 
i’m not goin to be nice 
i will raise my voice 
& scream & holler 
& break things & race the engine 
& tell all yr secrets bout yrself to yr face 
& i will list in detail everyone of my wonderful lovers 
& their ways 
i will play oliver lake 
loud 
& i wont be sorry for none of it

i loved you on purpose 
i was open on purpose 
i still crave vulnerability & close talk 
& i’m not even sorry bout you bein sorry 
you can carry all the guilt & grime ya wanna 
just dont give it to me 
i cant use another sorry 
next time 
you should admit 
you’re mean/ low-down/ triflin/ & no count straight out 
steada bein sorry alla the time 
enjoy bein yrself