My 16th apology

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
i dont 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 its hard for me to see it
and i dont know when im in the wrong
why am i so hard to please?
This is my 16th apology
do i have to go down on my knees
with friends like you who needs enemies
The things i said about you
were all sand yesterday
i didnt mean to hurt you
maybe we could work it out someday