This is where I chose my sins
It's our belief to wave this over to white flag and
My blind spots have tortured you enough
How much salt could I pour in?
To think that I got myself a friend

And here is my olive branch
I'm so sorry
And me, I called up
I'm reaching out to make amends
I'm ready for the consequences

It's enerving to admit
I'm amazed that you have stood by all this time
My defense has triggered you enough
And all of this in retrospect
I'm riddled with a deep regret

And h?re is my olive branch
I'm so sorry
And me, I call?d up
I'm reaching out to make amends
No pressure for you to let me in

Ah, ah
Oh, oh, ah, ah
Ah, ah
Oh, oh, ah, ah, ah

And here is my olive branch
I'm so sorry
And me, I called up
I'm reaching out to make amends
If I had it in, I'd do it all again
Here is my olive branch
And I'm so sorry