things were going pretty well 'till i died   on that sunny afternoon   when you broke down before my eyes   well i got a streak of meaness   a clumsy way of speaking   and i don't know where i get it from   it must run in my family      do i have to go down on my knees?   this is my 16th apology to you   with friends like me who needs enemies      i got a river inside, the size of my rage   which is really something else   when you think of my tender age   well i got a way about me   but it's hard for me to see it   and i don't know when i'm in the wrong   why am i so hard to please?      do i have to go down on my knees?   this is my 16th apology to you   with friends like me who needs enemies      the things i said about you   were all said yesterday   i didn't mean to hurt you   maybe we could work it out someday   well i got a streak of meaness   a clumsy way of speaking   i dont know when im in the wrong   why am i so hard to please?      do i have to go down on my knees?   this is my 16th apology to you   with friends like me who needs enemies