As I shuffled towards the door I forget what I'm reaching for Just why my grip's fallen on The cold hard aluminun 'Cause times is a traitor, you see It just keeps turning on me I'm little late learning to say I'm sorry if I ever made you feel some way I could tell you how things were before Completely absolutely more But the thread of the tire runs deep From the tip of my tongue to my feet Even when my voice only shakes There's a flickering light that relates So I'm a little late learning to say I'm sorry if I ever made you feel some way ♪ I've been digging my tunnel too deep As it turns out it's mining me No plans for an elaborate escape I think I'll just disappear one day So if effort's a choice we all make But the context we choose to convey Is all tangled in negative space I hope I never made you ever really feel some way