My 16th Apology

Things were going pretty well 'till I died On that summer afternoon When you broke down before my eyes Well I got a streak of meanness A clumsy way of speaking And I don't know where I get it from It must run in my family Do I have to go down on my knees? This is my 16th apology to you With friends like me who needs enemies I got a river the size of my rage Which is really something else When you think of my tender age Well I got a way about me But it's hard for me to see it And I don't know when, I'm wrong Why am I so hard to please? Do I have to go down on my knees? This is my 16th apology to you With friends like me who needs enemies The things I said about you Were all sand yesterday I didn't mean to hurt you Maybe we could work it out someday Do I have to go down on my knees? This is my 16th apology to you With friends like me who needs enemies