You never talk much any more,   Still sitting here,   Even though I don’t feel sure,   Never sure of what to say,   My words are always wrong anyway…      But there’s so much to cry about,   And so little to feel bad about,   I still don’t have a reason,   And I only have you to blame,      Why so sorry?   It never burned right through,   It just burned out,   Why so sorry?   Just so there’s a way out,   Just so you don’t drop dead,   From the bullets in your doubt.