Sorry, Annie from You by Paris Street

Annie, I treated you like shit and I don’t remember why
I don’t remember much of anything beyond that night
When we made out in my car after our friend’s gallery show
Drinking copious amounts of free beer and merlot

Was there a build-up to the moment or did it just happen by chance?
What served as a catalyst for this automotive dalliance
In a dirty Nissan Sentra ill-designed for such courtship
We maneuvered best we could as I kissed your wine-stained lips

And we dryhumped for too long, dryhumped ‘til we both were sore
Then you shuffled down the seat and you did a little more
When we lowered the steamed windows so you could have a smoke
We had cop cars on each side who were only there to watch the show

Nothing more was said or done in the intervening days
When our paths next crossed it was clear, it was clear something had changed
And by ‘something’ I mean me, I was too much of a prick
To never think you might have wanted something more than a one-night thing

I only thought about myself, which was how I rolled back then
You let me know how much I hurt you, and we never spoke again
So I’m sorry and I guess I remembered more than I led on
I hope someday we can meet again so I can try to correct this wrong

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