The first time I got fucked up was to the party so

Sorries don't fix our mistakes, they're just words I need to say and just words you need to hear...more like words you need to hear: sorry that I left that month, sorry that I couldn't talk when you called and needed me, sorry that I broke your heart. We have to fix this or else I won't be able to let go.
Let's run away? We'll pretend this was all a bad dream, one where we'll wake up and be just the same as the first day we said “I love you, I will never go away”. Because you left me too, don't forget that, left me when I thought it was okay again, how wrong I was, my white flag's in the wind. I need you, and you need me, let's be friends and say sorry? Two years is too long to just throw away; us together is for the better I promise.
I fucking promise.