"sorry" monologue

beginning

one thing i don’t need is any more apologies

one thing i don’t need is any more apologies

i got sorry greetin me at my front door. you can keep yours

you can keep yours

i don’t know what to do wit em.

i don’t know what to do wit em.

they don’t open doors or bring the sun back

they don’t open doors or bring the sun back

they don’t make me happy, or get a mornin paper

or get a mornin paper

didn’t nobody stop usin my tears to wash cars cuz a sorry

cuz a sorry

i am simply tired of collectin “i didn’t know i was so important to you”

“i didn’t know i was so important to you”

i’m gonna haveta throw some away. i can’t get to the clothes in my closet for alla the sorries.

i can’t get to the clothes in my closet for alla the sorries.

i’m gonna tack a sign to my door, leave a message by the phone

by the phone

“if you called to say yr sorry call somebody else. i don’t use em anymore”

“i don’t use em anymore”

i let “sorry”, “didn’t meanta”, and “how could i know about that” take a walk down a dark and musty street in brooklyn

take a walk down a dark and musty street in brooklyn

i’m gonna do exactly what i wat to and i won’t be sorry for none of it

and i won’t be sorry for none of it

letta sorry soothe your soul, i’m gonna soothe mine

i’m gonna soothe mine

you were always inconsistent, doin somethin and then bein sorry

and then bein sorry

beatin my heart to death talkin bout you sorry

talkin bout you sorry

well i will not call. i’m not going to be nice.

i’m not going to be nice.

i will raise my voice and scream and holler and break things and race the engine

and race the engine

and tell all your secrets bout yourself to your face and i will list in detail everyone of my wonderful lovers and their ways

and their ways

i will play oliver lake. loud. and i won’t be sorry for none of it

and i won’t be sorry for none of it

i loved you on purpose. i was open on purpose

i was open on purpose

i still crave vulnerability and close talk and i’m not even sorry bout you bein sorry

and i’m not even sorry bout you bein sorry

you can carry all the guilt and grime you wanna just don’t give it to me.

just don’t give it to me

i can’t use another sorry

i can’t use another sorry

next time, you should admit you’re mean, low-down, triflin, and no count straight out

straight out

steada bein sorry alla the time

steada bein sorry alla the time

enjoy bein yourself