you make me forget what a joke I have become,
for all the flowers that I didn't buy,
for all the songs that I didn't write,
for all the days I could've spent
for all the months we could've shared the rent
for all the dates on which I turned up late
and for all the excuses I could have made,
for all the calls I never made and all the attention I never paid
for all the gestures b******ised by untruth and all the brittle promises I made to you
for all the men you might have met and all the time we cried in secret
for all the weeks we've been apart and all the times I said that it would start from here on in I'm sorry now
for all the flowers that I didn't buy,
for all the songs that I didn't write,
for all the days I could've spent
for all the months we could've shared the rent
for all the dates on which I turned up late
and for all the excuses I could have made,
for all the calls I never made and all the attention I never paid
for all the gestures b******ised by untruth and all the brittle promises I made to you
for all the men you might have met and all the time we cried in secret
for all the weeks we've been apart and all the times I said that it would start from here on in I'm sorry now