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 inside 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 in the wrong
Why am I so hard to please?
This is my 16th apology to you
Do I have to go down on my knees for you
With friends like me who needs enemies
The things I said about you
Were all said yesterday
I didn’t mean to hurt you
Maybe we could work it out someday
Well I got a streak of meanness
A clumsy way of speaking
And I don’t know when I’m in the 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