Behind door number 1 (is all the shit you never explained)

Don't you get on your knees?

Pray to the nightstand and the ring,

A dollar in fucking pennies,

waiting for you when you decide you need my apologies.

So swear to me,

That communication isn't the key.

And lie to me,

When you said you would stick by me.

When I looked up to you,

A sick practice in shared misery,

Want to be my mistress in vindictive prophesy?

Tell our future so clearly when you said it wouldn't last,

When you shared the sorrow of school friends lost to the time.

Smiled when you told me how things like this pass,

When you said I should know the answer to the lockbox you refused to show me?

So how does it feel,

Now that you don't know what exactly needs an apology?