Sorry (and other words)

I

I'm sorry, but I'm awkward.
Always running, always living in the moment.
I saw signs in words that made machines work harder than they've ever worked before
like you were oil to my aching rusted bones
rusted together in the rain.

I see motives running fast inside every stupid phrase
but there was absence in your eyelids that kept me running on for days.
I left bruises on your neck while you left holes inside my chest
Were we just drunk and finding out that it meant nothing to ourselves?

You were the doll that endured pinpricks for his every twisted lie
I'm sorry that he hurt you, I know it's hard when you're still breathing
but were all just broken pieces of a puzzle which we hate, so we compensate our lack of faith
with drugs that won't keep us awake.


II

I was almost sleeping softly when your words crept in and caught me
drunk on bible verse and coffee. I said darling, here's all my sorry's
but we were hopeless from the start, our weary heads keep us apart.

I wish I could find a way inside
and make you change your blurry mind
but I'm so boring when I'm sober.