It's getting dark in here
I might need a light
To purge the thought of you
That haunts me every night

And I was getting tired
Of keeping up the fight
Just need a pinch of pleasure
To keep away the blight

I’m so sorry
I'm so damn sorry

Eyes a little darker
More hollow than she left
Pockets of excuses
Lovely, wretched death

And I was getting tired
Need something that won't leave
Just need a little friend to
Sweep me off my feet

I’m so sorry
I'm so damn sorry