Srry For

I took the train from underground
To get away, i’m skipping town
The mess i’ve made, the wedding gown
The cherry stain, my bloody mouth
There’s words to say, can’t get em out
You thought i’d stay, it’s all going south
Reaching for your projection
I’m not in your collection
I could never be sentenced, nah
I’m not one to be messed with
You better finish your sentence
Before i get arrested, yeah
I don’t clean up my messes
I can’t tell if i meant it
I just hope you can let it go
Sounded bad when i sent it
Knew that i had to say it
If i was gonna let you know
I can tell when u listen
Ain’t seen that in a minute
Do i need to say this more?
I prescribe your prescriptions
But i am no politician
And you don’t have your cast that vote
Clearest windows, not tinted
Motivation not hidden
What’s there to be sorry for
What’s there to be sorry for