Who’s sorry
Who’s sorry now

Oh I can’t breathe, no she’s taking my breath away
And by the way she looks, you wouldn’t think I’d get the light of day
These screams, they don’t bleed
And these chick flick tears are never serious as they seam
We need
keepsake from this perfectly imperfect scene

I, I can’t breathe
She’s saying whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Cries, you can’t leave
She’s saying what I want to hear but I’m spinning free

I got my life packed up in this thirty by thirty-nine
In the twenty-fifth hour California’s where I’ll arrive
These screams, they don’t bleed
And these chick flick tears are never serious as they seam
We need
keepsake from this perfectly imperfect scene

I, I can’t breathe
She’s saying whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Cries, you can’t leave
She’s saying what I want to hear but I’m spinning free

Who’s sorry
Who’s sorry
Who’s sorry now

I, I can’t breathe
She’s saying whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Cries, you can’t leave
She’s saying what I want to hear but I’m spinning free
I, I can’t breathe
She’s saying whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Cries, you can’t leave
She’s saying what I want to hear but I’m spinning free