Smell you on my hand for days, I can’t wash away your scent
If I’m a dog then you’re a bitch
I guess you’re as real as me, maybe I can live with that
Maybe I need fantasy, life of chasing butterfly
I’m sorry for what I did, I did what my body told me to, I didn’t mean to do you harm
Every time I pin down one I think I want it slips away
The ghost slips away

I told you I would return when the robin makes his nest
But I ain’t never comin’ back

I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.