High Life Counting Crows

Such a life
Such a life
Such a life
I'm a comet
And, honestly, I don't know why

All my friends got flowers in their eyes
But I got none this season
All of last year's blooms have gone and died
Time doesn't give a reason
Well hey baby, do you ask yourself sometimes
What you need to be forgiven?
Everything that you've ever done wrong
Is the reason that I'm driven straight to you

Waiting here for you
Wanting to tell you
How I get my ends and my beginnings mixed up, too
Just the way you do
I thought if I told you
You might want to stay for just another day or two

It's just like answers that come in small packages that go in the mail

Waiting for the trains that just never come
Beginning to believe
In the disappearing nature of the people we have been
We have begun to change
Into the worst kind of people
So unkind
Oh apologies
No apologies
This apology
Doesn't describe the way it feels to feel for you