Monsoon - Empty

It’s not that I’m scared
Or even just disturbed
But dear to some extend
I think I fucked up something somewhere
It’s not that i’m insane
Or just a scatterbrain
But dear to some extend
I think I really fucked up somewhere

I’m sorry for the dishes
I’m sorry for the laundry
I’m sorry for the roses
That are left to die slowly

I’m sorry that I’m lazy
I’m sorry that I’m ugly
I’m sorry that I scream at night
And make you feel guilty

I’m sorry that the kitchen smells
I’m sorry that the fridge is empty
I’m sorry to wonder
If I am a woman
In name only.
Anyway.
Anyway we’ll soon be all pushin’up the daisies.