Things were going pretty well 'till i died On that summer afternoon When you broke down before my eyes Well i got a streak of meaness A clumsy way of speaking And i don't know where i get it from It must run in my family Do i have to go down on my knees? This is my 16th apology to you With friends like me who needs enemies I got a river the size of my rage Which is really something else When you think of my tender age Well i got a way about me But it's hard for me to see it And i don't know when i'm wrong Why am i so hard to please? Do i have to go down on my knees? This is my 16th apology to you With friends like me who needs enemies The things i said about you Were all said yesterday I didn't mean to hurt you Maybe we could work it out someday Do i have to go down on my knees? This is my 16th apology to you With friends like me who needs enemies