The boy sat behind his comptuer thinking, as a song kicked on his playlist. He began to type as he sung the words.

It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said "I'm angry"

“This is all your fault!” A memory of a girls voice shouted at him. He couldn’t help but feel angry. It wasn’t his idea, it wasn't his choice. Well, it was but hell, it had all started because of her.


Five days since you laughed at me saying
"Get that together come back and see me"


Fast forward to the next week. Dodging eyes, and not saying a word. A hand was offered, but it was also reject.

Three days since that day....
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you


The boy kept thinking, of the whats, the whos, the whys....

Yesterday you'd forgiven me
but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry


He wanted to tell her that he was sorry. He wanted to apologize for being a jerk, but he was hurt himself. And his pride just wouldn't let him.
He was having trouble deciding which was more painful, guilt or apologizing.


How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air
and said "You're crazy"


“If it weren’t for you, none of this would have happened,”  The boy actually had the nerve to blame all of this destruction on her.

Five days since you tackled me
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees

Crossing his arms he looked away in a huff, hearing a slight laugh.


It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized it's not my fault
not a moment too soon
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait til you say you're sorry

The girl laughed at the boy. And the boy only turned to look her in the face. Both thought about who was realy to blame in all this. He had just been trying to be himseld. He really wasn't in the wrong, but she hated to admit that she was wrong, especially to him.


How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides
and said "I'm sorry"

“I didn’t mean to destroy for this to happen,” The boy said. He tried not to look at the girl, instead focusing on the clear blue sky. The girl stood in front of him with one hand sliding up and down her other arm as she looked at the grounf. She sighed, “I know.”


Five days since I laughed at you and said
"You just did just what I thought you were gonna do"

“Thanks for....well you know,” The girl said quietly. Neither could really look at the other and they could both feel a blush rising to their cheeks. The boy simply  responded, “That’s ok.”


Three days since the living room
We realized we're both to blame,
but what could we do?

Both of them felt guilt, but neither one wanted to apologize. They hated to let the other one know that they didn’t mean to hurt their feelings. Because neither one wanted to be the first to admit to being wrong, they would have simply live with the unpleasant feelings inside of them till their pride broke.

Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry

As they stood across from each other, they both finally gathered their resolve. Not knowing what the other was thinking they looked at each other and closed their eyes. They steeled themselves to do something they need to do.


It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry

“ I’m…”


It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry

“Sorry!”