For to say sorry is not to admit defeat
or mea culpa, but to acknowledge the pain
right there in your face, but don't be sore with sorrow
torture not your mind with memories, the backseat
offer to remove any sense of guilt, the blame
surfaces with time, but no, you've not gone insane
as of yet, not yet, you have some time to borrow
yes, from the devil, whom you thought didn't exist
sores show up as welts, so you're allergic to shame
or a case of hives, symptoms of something far worse
remember blisters have an underlying cause
remain calm, my boy, you're not quite yet in a hearse
yet, the driver knows, he takes a moment to pause
if you feel torment, that's your panties in a twist
she couldn't resist leaving you her briefs, a jest
not that you would know, that's just her style, just to poke
out your eyes for fun, no one else would ever know
to go commando, or wear her panties, the best
treatment for swagger and with daggers in your gut
of course, drank too much, all this seems like a bad joke
almost like a test, end up at the pub and show
don't show off your ass, you're a grown man, learn to laugh
maybe allegiance isn't expected, your butt
in cream-colored pants, linen for the summertime
the blues or the shits, someone's fucking with you, son
do you know her friends, no, laughter isn't a crime
embarrass your ass, bare or otherwise, for fun
fun isn't a crime, this isn't such a bad gaffe
even though your mates were in on it from the start
as if in disguise, like a game of trick or treat
to not say sorry, it's better to have some heart
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