She explained it produced chemicals in her brain, and she could clench the
muscles in her gut until she went back in time. I remember sitting on the un-cut
lawn. I remember watching you sipping from a straw. He'll never be sorry,
and of course you'll blame your body. Or maybe I'm completely wrong. I
think I liked you better when we were an ocean apart. Went from waiting for
letters in the mail to avoiding you in the hall. Believe me when I say to
you, I don't enjoy saying that I told you so. Believe me when I say to you
I take absolutely no responsiblity for where you are now. He'll never be
sorry, he's like that to everybody. I guess that's just the way it is. He'll
never be sorry, and of course you blame your body. Or maybe I'm one hundred
percent completely off the mark.