This is a Long Drive For Someone With Too Much to

it's dark here, and it's smoke filled
in this pub upper room
you're drinking, and i hate that
that's the bastard i am
i cut off, drift off thinking
i should really partake
that's just one of the many
mistakes that make
and i all i can say
is that i'm sorry
i wish i had better words
but they keep escaping me
all i've got left...
you told me on the way home
you wanted to go
where the rooms were all empty
no one would know
your secrets, or your problems
the things you've been through
i said, "baby, don't you worry
"i'll be there for you"
and all i can say
is that i'm sorry
i wish i had better words
but they keep escaping me
all i've got left
for you is a promise
a promise that i'll try
to better myself
and all this time apart
has mended my black heart
to shapes i've never seen
and while you were away
i've been taking up better habits
for driving you insane
i called you from a pay phone
to see how you've been
i guess you must have known it
there was no answering
and all i can say
is that i'm sorry
i wish i had better words
but they keep escaping me
all i've got left
for you is a promise
a promise that i'll try to better myself