Should I write a song to lean upon Or close these wretched blinds? And do I tell you all that's going wrong Or just pretend I'm fine? I'm sorry for cryin' so loud And I'm sorry for wakin' you in the early hours I know you are trying to get some rest You've got work in the mornin', got to look your best And I know I don't cook like your mum And I know I don't cook like your mum Should I crawl back through into the bed Or couch it here alone? And do I retract every statement said Or just let them evolve? Where were you when I was on my knees Crying for a family? And where were you when I was breakin' at the seams? Did you think I was fine? Do I look fuckin' fine? I, I, I, I'm sorry for cryin' so loud And I'm sorry for wakin' you in the early hours I know you are tryin' to get some rest You've got work in the mornin', got to look your best I know I don't cook like your mum And I know I don't cook like your mum And I know I don't cook like your mum I know I don't cook like your mum But I'm trying to love her son Oh, oh, oh, and he's makin' it hard But I'm sorry for cryin' so loud And I'm sorry for wakin' you in the early hours I know you are trying to get some rest You've got work in the mornin', got to look your best