Sorry Sack

Im sorry for the ways

that I always hide my face

And for the sorry looks you get because

you’ve loved it all the same

If i had any sense left

then I might drive right off a bank

Crash into oncoming traffic

until my organs turn to paint

Of course no one said that art was life

We just tried it to live on it

Wrote our story into the ether

until our chaos made it split

And all drugs aren’t strong enough

to make a damn difference now

I’m sorry for cracks within

that lets the darkness out

And I’m sorry for the string of hate

that’s weaved into my mouth

If I had any sense left

then I might sew the whole thing shut

No more promises I can’t oblige

I’ll just sign them in my blood

And then no one knows me better

than the way I know myself

Who would say that they were sorry

and then hold a grudge from hell

And I know that I’m not perfect

but I know you’re trying to save

The last good part of me I had to kill

When you went away

I’m sorry for the lighting

that I shout from the place

That a dozen there before you

vandalized and disgraced

If I had any sense

then I might bottle all it up

Eat lit rags with gasoline

until my soul has had enough

And if i drink this pint of poison

and I half to die real slow

50 years and then I hit the dirt

like everyone before

Who am I kidding maybe 30

if I had an ounce of luck

But I’ve never earned a damn thing

that I didn’t trade for love

I’m sorry for the problems

I have brought into you life

And for all the added drama

mixed with trauma, spite, and strife

If I had any sense

then I would leave before you hate

The thing that made you want to love again

The person that I ain’t

And if I just walked right out of this life,

told the world I’m getting off

I’d still hope that you would keep a part of my heart

even if it’s rough

But you’d be smarter to just throw it out

like a dozen times before

There’s only pain beneath the hope and the charm and the lore

Im sorry