The Failure Of All Things

Sorry for the scales and scabs on my skin

My fists break

And I just can't take it

Sorry for the sores and holes in my heart

There's no love or life for either of us

You are alone and living in the desert

Finding time to accept

I'm sorry

I'm a f**king monster

I'm sorry

I wasn't there but I think that something was

I was in love

I still believe I am

These stony fingers steal from you

When these damned arms draw you in

Won't look at me

Won't speak to me

I am sorry you rotted like the waste of the vine

Even flesh and blood

Even heart and bone

Now open your eyes

And now say it

I'm the broken lamp man with the telephone injuries

My apologetic arms want to sing you to sleep

You dry heave when I ring and I ring

You knew I was broken and you got what you wanted

You got what you wanted

I'm certain that the cats are still hungry

I wasn't there but I know that something was

I was in love

I'm sorry that you're dead