Crazy kleptomaniacs, taking to their sacks
Now what do you want from me?
They gave me a choice, gave me a voice
And I took it, turned to blasphemy

We’re a lot a bit psycho and a little bit sorry
But we can’t help our disarray, yet to be stilled and stayed

I’m a mess in my chest
Got that crazy klepto at best

Sorry I forgot, ma
Sorry I forgot, hon
Sorry that I’m gone now
Sorry I forgot

While we take the night in our burlap bags
We’re running, now, jazzing out in rags
With the moon on my shoulder, I’m not getting older
Got a spring in my step, in and out, over my head

And we’re doing fine, we’re doing fine
Maniacs want what you got, what I’ve got
We’re getting red hot, red hot
Can’t even think to stop

Sorry I forgot, ma
Sorry I forgot, hon
Sorry that I’m gone now
Sorry I forgot

But I didn’t and I don’t
When the sun comes up, I’m all alone
Like stone over bone and the maniac tone
It goes away, it goes away, I promise it goes away

Is it a good thing? Or a bad thing?
Is it loving or scorning?

I’m a world without warning
And the klepto gives a cry
For what he once held
And what’s dead now, lies

Sorry I forgot, ma
Sorry I forgot, hon
Sorry that I’m gone now
Sorry I forgot

We’re a lot a bit psycho but we stopped being sorry
I guess here’s a time where we don’t think to worry

Sorry I forgot, ma
Sorry I forgot, hon
Sorry that I’m gone now
Sorry I forgot

Sorry I forgot, I forgot
Does it mean a little, does it mean a lot?

I’m sorry I forgot.