Sorry

I'm sorry, I should have aimed better, but they shot me
I suppose that's the end of our story
Our story carries on in the words we sing, the things we've seen
Left in the desert by old cedar trees
I'm hoping soon it'll start to snow, for time will freeze what once had grown

I'm sorry, I hope you don't hold those things against me
We spent our last night alone, together dancing
Dark nights with snuff lights, don't you cry
Talk to me, I love closed doors, they make me suicidal
To think that it's fixed, is it alright though
The cracks are really starting to show

The words we sing, the things we've seen
Tied to a stone and sunk in a hot spring
I'm hoping soon It will start to grow for we must reap what we have sown
And no matter how long I wait for you here
I just feel sick and filled with fear
That after death you won't be there
This realization's let me see
The last time I saw you disappeared with me
The last time I saw you disappeared with me

I'm sorry, I'm starting to forget what you look like
I never really got to say goodbye
We'll meet again one day and we'll fly
We can leave the old world behind



Credits
Writer(s): Truman Yardley
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