When I was 15,
I stole 40 bucks out of your wallet,
Eileen
I was sitting in the backseat of your mom's SUV
I don't wanna think about the things I got away with
I don't wanna
think about the stuff I did to you
And people like you
You were giving me and someone else a ride
Over at a marching band
And I knew someone who knew somebody else
to sell me I don't wanna
think about the things I got
away with I don't wanna know what you'd think if it
was true Like I do
I'm sorry,
I can't say it enough times to get it all out of my mind,
mind,
mind
I'm sorry,
sincerely,
I'm sorry