You stop to find your fortune hidden in the bay You just don't know what you're getting Yourself in And I'm so Machiavellian Inside my head my problems they don't Hide away from me I know, I know We're not the same But, tell my mother that I'm sorry for the blame For what I did this year ♪ Your weekend is drifting on and on I just don't know if I can go on To get it And I'm so tired of my thoughts They drive my head in a mangled knot And I just want to begin this I know, I know We're not the same But, tell my mother that I'm sorry for the blame For what I did this year ♪ I know, I'm sorry I know, I'm sorry I know, I'm sorry I know, I'm sorry