Hole

I often talk myself into a hole And dig my heels into the mess I've made And all the things I know I shouldn't say I say them anyway I like to think that I've got some control That only now and then I let you down The truth is I see a stomping ground As you tiptoe around Oh sorry What's "sorry" When "sorry" ain't enough to change your mind? I like to put my back against the wall And shoot where I see shadows in the light Goddamn my newfound tendency to fight To always be right I'm sorry What's "sorry" When "sorry" ain't enough to change your mind?