To be sorry and have sorrow are different things
I can't escape my own decisions, the weight this one brings
I tried to study an Anglo language and hurry out of your lust
Though I try, I can't promise that I'm someone you can trust
We left left-handed comments like ransom notes
I'll walk you to your hostel and take a taxi home
All I wanted from you was a line I would have never thought of
I felt along with you we're not people we can trust