Tamara Laurel - The Unravelling

Sitting there on a northbound train
Making do with those idle hands
Santa Barbara in the Spring
Where the unraveling began

I ran off with him because
I couldn't get through to you
You said I was evil inside
And that might be the truth

I've never fired a gun
But a recoil has sure thrown me down
Picking at this knot
Unthreading lines so tightly wound

I said I've got to get it together
When both ends they started to fray
Battle stunned by chanted echoes
Of things I still want to say

I ripped up all your letters
Stopped mouthing apologies
Laid right there on his moonlit floor
And finally came clean

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Sa magic 8 ball
To put the answers right there in my hands
Tugged at his loosest string
Another unraveling began

If it's any constellation
It wasn't worth all of this
Pedal steel on my stereo and all these words on my lips
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry for this
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I wish I could forget
I thought you should know, Wanted you to know
When I ran off with him
When I ran off with him
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please accept my apology
If it's any constellation
I don't regret anything