Apologies

Mine mine mine mine
Mine mine mine mine
Mine mine mine mine
Mine mine mine mine

All our emails
Used to be full of accusations
Now our emails
Are full of apologies
Can we regain that original feeling of elation
Knowing our problems
Often too small to see?

All our emails
Used to be full of accusations
Now our emails
Are full of apologies
Can we regain that original feeling of elation
Knowing our problems
Often too small to see?

I dream in pastures and black doves
I hate reminders of past loves
I’m a container for your summer of apology
I wanna be less beholden to my technology
But I don’t know how to move on
But you had your own path on mind
And my ass had a mil songs
To sing to your thongs